#sharpie snitch

[todayisafridaynight]

Mine sends you to jail immediately. He has a dinner meet up with Daigo in an hour

i am sent to prison for carrying uncapped aerosol (it's a sharpie marker) :(

[southislandwren]

I looove being my boss’s special little boy but like. It’s stressing me out beyond belief that I’m responsible for the actions of two very stupid people every Wednesday. Please I can’t label over a thousand containers AND set up the ice cream machine AND do end of day routine AND pull orders while also babysitting :( at least the guys handle the CIPs because I don’t think us girlies could handle that one bit.

[imbored1201]

Can I send a request of barca teen reader who is very mischievous and tries to prank everybody

Piggy

Barcelona Femeni x Teen reader

A/N: I though of a situation of pranking someone then causing trouble with another situation👍

Word Count: 1,344

"Give me that." Ingrid snatched away the sharpie you had. "Hey! I'm using that for my notes.

"A sharpie for your notes, really?" She put her hands on her hips and gave you a mom look. You were sitting in the trunk of her car doing the remainder of your 'school work'. At least that's what you told her you were going to do.

"Yes, people do that; you haven't been to school in like 15 years, so you wouldn't know," you shrugged. Ingrid shook her head. "You always complain about the smell of sharpies, and you’re calling me old; this is such an old prank.

She was talking about the sign you had; 'kick me' it read, and it was supposed to go on Patri's back. "So, it will still be funny to see.

You took the paper back, applied tape to it, and shoved all your material back into your bag. "Don't be a snitch," you told Ingrid, and skipped away.

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"Hey, Patri," you said joyfully as you hit her back, applying the note. "You're happier than usual," she said suspiciously. "Of course I am; I'm officially on Christmas break." She smiled at that; now you were off the radar.

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"Ay!" You turned as you heard Patri yell, seeing Claudia there giggling as Patri held her butt. "You said to do it." Patri looked confused at what Claudia said but just went on with training.

It kept happening as training went on. Aitana, Ona, Lucy, Salma, Oshoala, Mapi, Jana, Cata, and Gemma all kicked her.

Ingrid would just shake her head at you when you walked or ran past her. All the older girls, too, knew you were the reason for that sign on Patri's back. Everyone did, but they decided to ignore it and let you have your fun.

It was a harmless prank anyway.

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"Okay, what the heck is going on?!" Patri demanded as she entered the locker room after a long training session. You held a smile as everyone turned to her, confused. You looked down as Alexia gave you a look, and you were surprised she didn't say anything about it.

You were already changed and only waiting on Alexia; you were the first one in the locker room, knowing you would have to make a quick escape.

"Why is everyone kicking me today?" Everyone shrugged at Patri's question; she scowled and got changed.

You stared at her as she took off her shirt. You quickly grabbed your bag, grabbed Alexia's hand, and dragged her outside.

"Y/N!" You heard Patri yell, and you bolted. Alexia sighed as she ran with you, already used to this.

It happened every training, and she just went along with it now since it put you in a good mood instead of a crappy teenager attitude.

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"Are you ready?" Alexia knocked on your door, "wait, I'm packing." "For what? It's just a gathering." You rolled your eyes as you fed Piggy and put her into your bag, leaving it a little bit open.

"Okay, I'm ready." Alexia gave you a look; she knew you were up to something. "Why are you taking a bag?" "I always carry a bag with me," you said.

The team was having a little gathering to celebrate the last game of 2023.

"We're already late because of you; I told you to be ready by 4; it's already 6," she scolded. "I fell asleep; Lucy says I need my rest to grow," you tried defending. "Get in the car."

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When you got to Frido's place, you rushed to find Patri and sat next to her. She gave you a little glare and went back to watching the movie Frido had put on. Everyone else was too busy drinking and talking outside or in the kitchen about the upcoming games.

"Patri," she turned to you, "yes." "Can you help me prank Aitana and Ona?" She smiled a bit; she was happy it wasn't her again.

"What's your idea?" You grabbed your backpack and took out the tiny box. A tiny box that had a tiny spider. The "tiny spider" was a tarantula.

"How the hell do you have that?!" She said in shock, and you shushed her. "Her name is Piggy, and I got her yesterday." Patri looked terrified as she scooted over a little bit.

"Does Alexia know?" You shook your head. "I need to tell her because I need to get Piggy a home." "Then how did you get her?" "Mapi took me; I told her I was getting fish food, and she didn't question why I had a box or if I even had a fish." Patri shook her head.

"You have to promise me you won't prank me anymore for a month," she said, holding out her pinky, and you took the deal.

Patri went up to Aitana and Ona, who were in conversation and drinking together in the kitchen. She grabbed them by their shoulders and dragged them outside.

You followed but got run over by Lucy. You dropped the box, and Piggy automatically crawled away, sick of being in that tiny box. "Jeez, sorry kid." Lucy helped you up. You looked around on the floor, and your heart dropped when you realized you couldn't find Piggy.

"Lucy, Piggy is gone," you said in a panic. "Who's Piggy?" She questioned, but you guys heard a scream. A loud, loud scream. "Shit," you cursed as you ran to the kitchen.

"No!" You yelled, seeing Frido holding a shoe in her hand, ready to destroy Piggy. "Piggy!" You yelled as you ran and picked her up.

"Why do you have a tarantula!?" Keira yelled as she stood on the counter. "I adopted her," you told them, and they both looked at you in shock.

"Alexia let you get a spider?!" Lucy said surprised. Alexia walked in; her eyes widening when she saw what you were holding.

"Where- how did you. You're returning that." She let out a sigh as she shook her head and walked away. "Great, I'm in trouble now. Good going, Lucy," you said, sticking out your tongue at her.

You walked outside, looking sad. "What's wrong, Amiga?" Patri asked, confused. "Alexia said I have to return Piggy." Aitana's jaw dropped as she saw what you had in your hand.

"Nope," she simply said as she went back inside, dragging Ona with her. Patri looked at you and patted your shoulder in sympathy, but quickly backed away when you lifted Piggy up to her.

You had a plan, though, and you knew Alexia would let you keep Piggy.

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For having to return your pet Tarantula you were already attached to, you were quite happy. Alexia was just glad you weren't going to throw a tantrum about it.

She was leaving to pick Olga up from the airport, and you were waiting to put on your class act. "I'll be back in a bit; please don't break anything." You nodded, and she left.

You sat patiently by the door, working up your tears. You rushed to your feet once it opened. Alexia walking in first with Olga's luggage. Then Olga walked in.

"Olga!" You cried out, running straight into her arms. Alexia looked confused on why you were crying. "What happened?" She asked, confused.

"Olga, I got a pet Tarantula, and Alexia is trying to make me take her back," you cried, and Olga glared at Alexia. "Bebe, you can't have a tarantula," Alexia tried explaining.

"Yes, I can! I bought her, and I love her, so she's mine," Alexia groaned as Olga smacked her on the shoulder.

"Okay, you can keep her, but she's your responsibility, and I want you to keep her far away from me." You nodded.

"Okay, now that's sorted, let's go out to eat, yeah?" Olga said as she wiped your tears. You nodded happily and skipped off to your room.

You grinned as you texted Patri the good news and got ready. With the look Olga kept giving Alexia, you knew Alexia was sleeping on the couch tonight.

[itsyagurlchip]

ask: @snipersiniora If so can i please request for a rottmnt family platonic one-shot of little sister reader and her family? Reader is as the same age as Mikey.

Where reader admits she's been secretly dating a yokai or mutant boy for months and she not only admit to it but asks if he can meet her family to see if he's good or not.

If you want to know the boyfriend is a keeper (good guy) but how reader's family react and do in the meeting is up to you.

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Snitch Tendencies ٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

���⋆⁺warnings: goofy shi(!) cussing (idk i didn't look/count) (!) too many references (!) boyfriend is very much like mondo gecko(!)

✰⋆⁺lmao you didn't see that- no one did (💀💀😭🤚🏾) whatever you think you saw, you were hallucinating. yes....um, welp, enjoy! It's a mix of a one shot and head cannons, sorta like Picky Icky but, yk, with a different plot.

imma just leave this here- cuz i feel bad about not being able finish this correctly without it sounding like a brain fart. but the new one is currently in construction!

✰⋆⁺"How did they know? Could've sworn that I was subtle. But there was the snitch, should've known he was trouble" Me and you both SpongeBob. nah, nobody but you. You were always bad at lying afterall

You were slowly crawling into lair- perfectly unsuspecting, the quietest of ninja foot steps, no one would ever-

aaaand, the lights just came on.

dear cookie crumbles.

"and WHAT were YOU doing on the topside AFTER CURFEW YOUNG LADY????" There sat a tall ass foot turtle, which is my brother mind you, is tapping his foot sassily against the ground. He also wore a scowl, damned sharpie, with an eye twitch (which would have been funny, had I not been in this situation).

"EEK! a-i- ummm- welp, uhhh- hi DeeDee!" I cringed after flinching so aggressively, smiling in a forced manner. No wonder it all seemed so perfect, damn it Donnie.

"NUH UH!! you dont get to 'DEeDeE' me! What in PizzaSupreme™ were you doing out so late!???"

"i-"

"You've been missing Mikey's meditation practices for strudle's sake!! Do you wanna know what it's like when he pops into Dr Delicate mode???" Donnie was pacing in rectangles, his two fingers massaging the skin that surrounds his brain.

damn his head is big.

"And you guys are best friends!" I involuntarily flinched mentally and physically. "Imagine how he would feel when he finds out that you've been- WAIT! what have you even been sneaking out for?"

annnnnnnddd there's the question

aw pork dumplings. I sighed deeply before opening my mouth, before closing it. Pursing my lips, i did it again as sound began to stutter out of my mouth.

"Well- ummm" I actually didn't know what to say, which is a bit unnerving, because I always have 'somethin to say' per Splinter. "errrm- e-e-i- d-" I tried- but the dude wouldn't even let me speak!

"You're not sans, and quit opening and closing your mouth, it's making your survival rate lower by the second." Donnie impuded. His eyes narrowed lower at my silence.

Well, what the heck?

"I have a boyfriend....and he's yokai" Donnie quit his pacing, and turned fully towards me like a mobile roblox player in 1st pov. I simply rocked back and forth as i waited for his brain to catch up with what is happening.

Donnie couldn't even believe what his ear holes were registering.

You mean to tell him, his little poor, innocent, younger sister was out MINGLING in this universe's equivalent to the underground!

Was he even good enough? i better not be a bum, or worse, a chad.

What even was he?

Oh chewy macaroons, he hoped that you aren't dating a witch-

non of that magic nonsense! (he's still salty about being incorrect and less-than professional at witch town.)

Do you use the chart that he made for you?

Because if that- eugh -boy is going to, court, you, he has to be the one.

and ooohhh if he breaks your heart...

lets just say that the hidden city's ip addresses will have a simple look through.

"huh..." Donnie blinked. His face went through a plethora of emotions. and then he made a face- oh god-

"WAI-" I tried. But it was no use- Donnie pulled a notebook and pen out and started scribbling some more words only he could decipher.

"How tall is he? What's his species? What would you say his eye shape is? How big is-"

"Hey Donnie?"

"And then he could be a delinquent- Are you even into thugs? You didn't even tell me you were into yokai- better yet anyone!"

"DONNIE!!" I yelled. "How about he comes over and you cant meet him for yourself?" I offered. Despite whoever's efforts, i could still hear their footsteps. I was always considered the most in tune with my 5 senses, right next to Donnie.

('So why do I struggle with my mystics?' i questioned myself, but that's for later.)

"Who's Donnie gonna analyze now?" Leo walked in, grumbling with a grimace. Donnie flinched dramatically. I looked at the clock just to see it was 2:56 in the morning. Which meant i had been out for at least 6 hours. I winced again.

"Why don't you tell him? HUH? Oh DEAR little sister???!?!?" Okay now bro was getting on my damn nerves. I know he couldn't help it, but that doesn't mean he has to chuck me under that big yellow box full of sweaty children. (a bus)

Obviously that woke him up, even more than his insomnia has ever, with a lean against the wall.

"Is this about where they've been going? You do know you've missed at least 5 meditation sessions Mikey-" I held my hand up, stopping him from explaining further.

"Yea- i know, i feel bad about that as well." I started, "I've been going out to meet this boy..and we've been meeting up and dating for the past few weeks. He's a gecko mutant- He super nice and funny, he has this-"

"alright! alright! We dont need all of that gushy shit- plus, i suspected that anyway." Leo cut in. And honestly, Im not surprised.

"Yea.. figured as much" I sighed.

"YOU KNEW???"Donnie harshly whispered. Oh right, we're supposed to be quiet.

"No, i guessed. I mean, what else screams "im in love" better than a dopey smile, and kicks while screaming into a pillow- btw lil sis, you're super loud, keep the simpery down to a 3 mkay?" Leo said, just to end it with a wrist flip and a sassy finger pointing my way.

I rolled my eyes, but my faced betrayed my emotions with a bright blush.

"Whatever- we'll talk about it when everyone else is up." I backtraked. "I'll text him to come over Friday since its Tuesday. And ill tell April to come over too."

"So that's it!?" Donnie exclaimed, "No 'Look at you and ur silly crush' or 'sTinKY LiL sIs iS iN LoVe'?????" His hands were wildly waving around. "The fuck?"

"Im just better than you, besides, you were super duper sappy when you had your first date." I jested.

"Not really- well yes, but its also the fact that its now almost 4 at the ass crack of dawn and i couldn't care less right now."

"Oh- valid/That makes sense" You both said at the same time.

"Lets got to brd before Raph and Mikey wake up." Leo sat up from the wall, turning away. "Both of them being cranky isn't something I'd like to experience at the moment -" He finished, before walking towards his room.

"WELP! night night Dee! i hope you get toilet splashback <3"

"Okay then"

and you both went to your rooms. there. Despite already being awake for the whole night, you could only sleep for 3 hours before you had to get up again...great.

Speaking of, it was that morni

had to redo this bc the first one was absolutely brain fart

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[poraphia]

“Cross My Heart As You Crossed The Line.”

➵ PAIRING! teen!rebel!clinic!Wilbur x teen!rebel!reader

➵ CREATING! 9.29.23 | 2347 words

➵ CONTAINING! mini robbery, gunshots and death, arguing, angst.

➵ SAYING! this is the siren x reader enemies to lovers i wanted to work on for SOO long! I really hope this doesnt flop because I’m literally in love with this story. So I hope you enjoy! this chapter is roughly based off favorite crime, but dw its not a song fic! just some inspo and I def recommend listening to it while reading :)

My masterlist :)

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“Wil, please, I’m not sure about this.” I quickly muttered.

“Oh, come on, (y/n). We’re going to be fine.”

The midnight air sent chills down my spine. The moon shined down on us like it wanted the world to know the dirty crimes we were about to commit. I rubbed my own arms reassuringly, but the feeling of skin-tight gloves against my bare skin just reminded me of our current situation.

We were outside of a stationed train as Wil picked the lock of one of the carts. I glanced around every so often, paranoid for any officers or snitch pedestrians walking by. “I saw them load this cart earlier and heard that one of the crates inside is full of cash. All we gotta do is take it and go.” He smirked. A small hum rumbled in my throat.

“Wil, this isn’t as typical as stealing snacks from the gas station or sneaking out in the middle of the night. This is actually serious.” I whisper-shouted at him. Again, he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“(y/n), honestly, we’ve got the skills to do this. We’re going to make money and you’re finally going to be able to support yourself!” He announced proudly.

“But like this—?! Wilbur—!”

Before I could finish, Wil dropped the lock onto the dirt ground and slid the cart right open. He turned around to face me, a devilish smirk on his face. A smirk that made me weak in the knees. A smirk that he knew I couldn’t say no to. With a defeated sigh, I followed him into the cart, searching for our cash reward.

“It has to be here somewhere…” He thought out loud. I examined the area. There was nothing here other than crates and boxes labeled in sharpie. As I walked while looking around, a rope in the middle of the floor caught my foot.

“Ah, shit—!” I hissed, losing my balance. Wil immediately took notice and rushed to my side. Before I crashed into the ground, he caught me by my waist with one hand, holding me up as my hair brushed the floor.

“Can’t stop falling for me, can you?” He cheekily commented.

“Oh, be quiet!” I exclaimed. Wil helped me up, and immediately I wrapped my arms around him for a quick but passionate kiss. He kept his hand on my hip, pulling me close to his waist. My hands then trailed to his chest, only to lightly push him away. He whined a little as he tilted his head.

“Don’t give me that look!” I lectured. “You wanted to go on this heist.”

“I did…” He said, jokingly sad. I laughed before we continued searching through the piles of crates. Will examined the crates that were on the opposite corner of where I was stood. Most were against the wall and stacked on top of each other. Curiously in one corner there were three crates visible. I lifted the crate that was on the top and luckily enough there was a special crate that was a darker shade than the rest of them. On the top it was labeled: “do not touch!”

“Hey, honey, I think I found it.” I called out. Wil stepped to my side, examining the crate with me.

“Yup, I think that looks like the one.” He said. We worked together to move the other creates out the way, and once we were successful, we placed the special crate in the middle of the cart. I dusted my hands off and looked at him. Wil had his hands on his hips with his eyebrows knitted together. Once he finished his thought, he slid off his jacket and backpack and clasped his hands together.

“Okay, (y/n), here’s the plan,” He said, digging into his backpack. He pulled out a crowbar along with a drama mask that frowned. “First of all, put on your mask because this is when things start to risky.” I immediately obeyed. I placed my backpack onto the floor and pulled out my matching drama mask that smiled. I placed it on my head, making sure it was secure. He nodded before placing on his own mask. “Next, I’m going to open this crate. Once I do, we stuff this money into our bags and don’t look back, got it? We’ll go through the back alleys so that we don’t look suspicious to anyone wandering around the streets.”

I stared at him a bit, my heart beat starting to race. Is this really happening? Are we actually about to rob a train and try to get away with it? There was no turning back now. With a reluctant sigh, I nodded. Wilbur positioned the crowbar between the actual box and the lid. Using all his strength, he pushed down, cracking the wood open and revealing the bundles of cash inside. I stared down at the container in awe, but even then, I could never push that this nagging feeling of guilty and selfishness.

Regardless, I brushed off the feeling for now and began stuffing my bag with as much wads of cash as I could. Wilbur did the same as he crouched down, digging up as much money as he could and stuffing it deep into his bag. The smell of freshly printed money started to fill my nostrils, so much so I felt a little lightheaded. Once I filled my backpack to the brim, I zipped it right up.

As I stood up, not only did the weight of my backpack held me down, but so did this pit in my stomach. Or maybe it was the immense guilt on my shoulders? Nonetheless, I felt like some sort of… Monster—

“This is LMPD! Step out of the train cart now!”

Flashes of red and blue were highlighting our bodies. My heart dropped to the floor as I all I could do was stare down at Wilbur, who was still crouched down gathering money. The beams of blue outlined his hair and body. I looked down at my pants, noticing that only red was all over my body.

Blue

All over his body.

And red

all over mine.

“(y/n), we need to fucking run.” Wilbur said hastily.

“W-What—?” I trembled out.

“LMPD! OUT OF THE TRAIN AND HANDS UP NOW!”

“(y/n), start running now.”

Without thinking, I bolted out of the cart with my legs in total control. Desperately I tried to ignore the blaring lights and screams that were behind me, but the more I did, the more I crumbled in fear. I dodged through the bushes and litters of trash everywhere. My feet slapping against the concrete as it echoed through the alleyways. Soon enough, I spotted Wilbur from above, who was jumping off elevated ledges to catch up with me. He eventually dropped down beside me before continuing to run.

“W-Where are we going?!” I sputtered out. My body ached and I was running out of breath. Ahead of us in this small alleyway was an open view of what seemed to be an open graveyard.

“We’re almost near the hidden exit! Come on, we—!” We exited out of the narrow path only to be welcomed with three police cars and dozens of cops surrounding us. Both of us had paused in our tracks. I stood closely next to Wil as his arm was held out as if to shield me.

“DROP THE CONTRABAND NOW WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” an officer shouted. My heart was thumping out of my chest. I turned to look at Will, but I could just barely read the expression on his face.

Reluctantly, he spoke. “Cover your ears.” He whispered.

“W-What—?!” Tears started to form in my eyes.

“YOU HAVE ONE LAST CHANCE BEFORE WE SHOOT!”

“FOR FUCKS SAKE!” Wilbur threw off his backpack and rushed to cover my ears. I covered my eyes too in a sense of panic. All I could hear was the muffled sound of screaming, but the screaming then turned into gunshots. Gunshots that would pop in your ears if you weren’t getting them covered. I cowered in fear as my knees buckled with each gunshot.

I was in fear, and I was terrified for my life.

But that itch of curiousity was there.

Begging to be satisfied.

My fingers began to part ways with a little light peeking into my vision.

Everyone knows the phrase “curiousity killed the cat,” right?

Well curiousity also killed the cops.

I watched in utter horror as the cops who were once standing before us shot at each other until they saw red.

Red.

Red.

Red.

Gradually, Wil started to uncover my ears. The shooting was over and all of the cops were dead. Wil took a step away from me, giving me space to gain my composure. Each inhale felt like another step from sobbing my brains out, and it was apparent.

“Okay, we have to go now before they send more, come on!” Wil grabbed my hand as he carefully navigated me through the dead bodies and weapons scattered along the grassy patches. I trailed behind, not having the courage nor strength to voice any type of concern. We had finally arrived to an alleyway that was hidden and led directly to Wil’s house just a couple of block from here. From there, Wil let go of my hand, but instead of following him, I stood stiffly with my head down.

“(y/n)..?” Wilbur whispered.

My heart was thumping hard out of my chest as tears quietly streamed down my face. I threw off my backpack in frustration, landing it close to Wil’s feet. Without a word, I began walking away.

“(y/n), hey! We finally did it!” He reached out and held my hand again. “We won, didn’t we? Come on, let’s just go home.” Wil quietly begged. I pulled my hand away, not even hesitating for a bit. Even if he wasn’t wearing gloves right now, I just know that his skin would’ve been cold. Cold and painted in blood.

“Wil, I can’t fucking do this anymore.” I said. “I— I have to draw the line here.”

The world fell silent for a minute. I turned to look at him, but I didn’t see his face. No, instead I was only bet by that drama face frown. It honestly felt like some sick metaphor. Seeing the agony on his face, but it wasn’t even his.

“W-What do you mean?” He stuttered out. He let go of my hand as we both stood facing each other just a few feet away. “Come on, (y/n)! We did it. We have the cash and we got away! What’s the problem?!” He cried.

“This!” I gestured behind me. Though the bodies were out of sight, they were definitely not out of mind. “Fucking killing people, Wilbur?! What is wrong with you?!” I screamed at him. My throat ached from the sob I forced to choke down.

“What’s wrong with me?! (y/n), we could’ve gone to jail. Are you fucking kidding me?! I SAVED YOUR LIFE!” He shouted back. “YOU’RE FUCKING UNGRATEFUL! I helped you get this money so you can finally have some sort of income and I just saved your ass from getting prision for life!”

“WILBUR THAT DOESN’T MEAN KILL PEOPLE! THERE WERE SO MANY OTHER SOLUTIONS.”

The tears were streaming hard now. Thank God I was wearing a mask.

Wilbur, after some careful silence, began talking again. “If you don’t want this, (y/n), you can fucking leave. You can keep living this fantasy that this world is just rainbows and sparkles, but this is the real shit we have to get through in order to get by.” He turned around, picking up my backpack along the way. He walked slowly, as if waiting for some sort of argument from me. Some form of plead that showed that I still loved him.

I couldn’t lie to him.

I just couldn’t.

He stopped in his tracks, turning his head to the side so I was at least in eye’s view. “I fucking loved you.” He mumbled. “And I thought you did too.”

Wil was not only my first boyfriend, but was also my first friend. After roughly a year of him moving into West End, we became neighborhood best friends at the age of 13. When we started to go to school together in high school, we started dating. The night of the incident happened when we were 16, and life hasn’t been the same since.

“Delusion?”

I turned around, noticing that Dream was also on the rooftop with me. I sighed before returning my gaze back onto the abandoned train stationed on the tracks.

“I know, patrol time and all. Just give me a moment.” I said, absent-mindedly. He made a noise of confirmation before vanishing behind me.

My name is Delusion. A highlighted hero of The Hero District with the power to enforce visual and audio imageries, fucking with people’s minds. I’d like to believe I’m loved and appreciated in this city, but I know deep down these people fear me. No matter how much I engage with the citizens or how I volunteer to patrol Eastside, I’ve already created a sense of paranoia for them without using my powers.

But at the very least, I’m not using my powers to kill them.

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a / n ~ @deadphantomsociety I KNOW WE BRAIN ROTTED ON THIS LIKE WEEKS AGO BUT I FINALLY DID IT EEEEE hope yall enjoyed!! reblogs and likes and replies are super appreciated and they what help me continue writing! Much lovee

[writebackatya]

⭐️ for Up, Up, and Away?

First let me just thank you @christianfoxymc for the ask and the star about Up, Up, and Away!. For those who do not know it's one of my personal favorite stories of mine and it's the first (and so far only) story in my series The Iron Duck of Steel: The Gizmoduck Movie, Part I!. Second, probably not a good idea to let me choose what to talk about because I choose the entire beach scene from the story because it contains so many different headcanons and characterization things I want to talk about! Mainly the Dewey and Gandra dynamic I want to do for this series!

Perfect timing too! A mutual of mine was questioning me why out of all the triplets and Webby would I want Dewey to be assigned to her, my answer: He’s perfect that’s why! I’ll elaborate more below but I’ll just start off by saying this thought came to me when I was thinking how often Dewey is a sidekick/partner to someone in the show (Webby, his mom, Launchpad, Kit, etc) and how Gandra often picks who she works with. And then I thought wouldn’t it be great if just once Dewey selected an adult he wanted to go on an adventure with and that adult wants absolutely NOTHING to do with him?

Before I begin I might as well give a brief summary of what’s going on in this story just in case:

Both Dewey and Webby are working on a movie called The Spear of Selene which is about their journey to find Della as well as Della’s journey home. Besides writing and directing and composing music, Dewey is playing dual roles as himself and Della. Other members of the team include Lena and Violet as well as recently signed on producer, Louie. Currently the family is at the beach to film some Moon scenes but can’t due to Funso’s Fun Zone using the space to film a commercial

While that is going on both Fenton and Gandra Dee are fighting Gizmoduck’s villain of the week, The Punnysher. A villain Gandra inadvertently helped create

But enough about that, let’s talk about the most underrated character of DuckTales: Jane the Funso’s Fun Zone employee

You know who's a great DuckTales character? Jane the Funso's Fun Zone Employee. Her job at the Fun Zone is one she clearly doesn't want to work at forever for she has plans on moving out of Duckburg, but for now she continues to work there with a smile on her face while letting a certain sharpie schemer get away with a few things such as free fruit punch. Not to mention she's worked alongside Magica and Phantom Blot, which I'm sure is no easy feat

I'm sure everyone is familiar with that fan theory that Donald Duck knows that Louie's Kids is a scam by Louie but pays his sneaky nephew anyway to support the kid and his fake children's charity. Yeah, I never was a fan of that theory, just doesn't seem to fit Donald's character in my opinion. However, I do think something similar is happening with Jane and Louie in the show

Personally, I like to think the first time the two met was when Louie first pulled off the whole "asking for a cup of water to get whatever drink he wants" scheme at Funso's. When she caught him in the act, Lil' Sharpie acted quickly on his feet and bribed her with a Funso's Token so that she saw nothing. Now obviously Jane was not going to snitch on Louie because why should she care? She just works there. But she decided to play along with it because she loved the kid's spunk and the way he was quick to think on his feet plus she doesn't care how much money Funso's lost from Louie's free drinks, thus beginning a beautiful friendship

I always loved Jane's interactions with Louie as well as Webby. When she's with Louie she's down to do whatever with the payment of a Funso's Token, including participating in a scheme to boost Louie's Uncle's failed college band into stardom. And her first and last interactions with Webby are very beautiful too. I always loved when Webby attempted to do the free drink scheme you can see Jane knows what she's trying to do and even tries to lead her to say the right thing. And in the finale when Webby asks for a cup for water you can see Jane proud of the young duck and the growth she went through. So yeah, if you ask me; Jane is a part of the McDuck found family

Besides Louie and Webby, I always figured Jane is just chill with everyone who comes to Funso's and isn't an asshole, so she's friends with the whole McDuck Family

One of my favorite things to do when writing DuckTales fanfiction is come up with nicknames for characters from other characters since that's something the show does a lot and I like the ones Jane had for the kids. I had her call Violet "Ms. Sabrewing", which yes is definitely inspired by the fact she calls Louie "Mr. Duck", but I'd say the reasons are different. For Louie, she calls him Mr. Duck in a more professional sense, while she calls Violet Ms. Sabrewing in a more formal sense because Violet always refers to others by their proper names. And as for Dewey, she calls him "The Dew Man" because of that thing Dewey Deweys with his name all the time.

So yeah, post-canon Jane still works at Funso's as a means to get by in life and as we learn is going through some rebranding:

While Dewey stood by his mother’s side, the other crew members of The Spear of Selene began exploring the set of the Funso’s ad.

“I know nothing lasts forever,” Huey said as the five birds looked over at the fake palm trees being set up by the water, “but I’m really going to miss the old Funso.”

“A lot of fun memories were had thanks to that wonderful walrus.” Louie solemnly agreed.

“I just hope I’ll have a better first impression with the new one than I did with the first one.” Webby sighed, “I’m gonna miss that walrus.”

“I mean, he’s still going to be Funso,” Lena assured the group, “just slightly different I’m sure.”

“Rebranding usually happens when a company needs to revitalize their image.” Violet stated. “But business for Funso’s Fun Zone hasn’t really shown signs of slowing down. I wonder why they’re changing their iconic mascot.”

“Well, when your last Funso was played by a member of a criminal organization and said criminal organization worked underneath your business, you might wanna do whatever it takes to make sure the public forgets about it.” An older voice answered, catching the attention of the five birds.

“Oh, hey Jane!” Webby greeted.

“Hey.”

“So word got out about F.O.W.L. and ol’ Blotty, huh?” Lena asked.

“Oh yeah, it happened like a month ago, right after your family’s last adventure-”

“Oh, that was not our last adventure.” Huey clarified.

“Yeah! We’ve been on a lot of adventure since then!” Webby added.

“Too many.” Louie chimed in.

“Okay.” Jane said trying to get back on track. “Right after your family’s last adventure that I was aware of, some disgruntled employee leaked out information about that F.O.W.L and that Blot guy. The higher ups were not too pleased when they found that out and had Blot fired, and now they want to do whatever they can to make people forget about that little ordeal.”

“Be honest,” Lena folded her arms, “was that employee you?”

Jane scoffed. “While I am honored you’d think I have the skills and intel to leak all that, it wasn’t me or any of the other Funso’s employees. The disgruntled employee was from F.O.W.L. And let me tell ya, that employee is my personal hero. Blot was honestly the worst to work with, always micromanaging. So good riddance.”

Why yes I am proud of that meta humor joke and gee I wonder who that F.O.W.L. employee was that Jane was talking about...

Anyway, could be just me, but I always wondered what kind of an effect the whole F.O.W.L. operating under Funso's would have on not just the kids, but with the general public. To me, the kids would not care. Funso's is still Funso's and all the evil people are gone! But I always imagined if word got out, the Funso company would panic and quickly do something different with the brand so the public would just forget about it? So what do you do when the previous mascot was played by a villain? Get a new actor and reboot the character of course!

So yeah, Funso's is filming an ad where the kids want to film their movie which is unfortunate for the latter and leads to an interaction I like because of each of the characters involved in it:

“We obviously do not want to disrupt the business of Funso’s Fun Zone, but the rest of the beach is being used for Duckburg’s Annual Sandcastle Building Contest,” Louie explained.

“I can’t believe we forgot that was today!” Huey said to both Violet and Webby who nodded in agreement.

I just wanted to remind the audience that these three are the huge nerds of their little group

Louie, Lena and Jane quickly glanced at one another before the green triplet continued speaking. “Anyway, do you think it'd be possible to share some of your guys’ space to film?”

Louie flipped a token to Jane, who instinctively caught before handing it back to Louie. “I’m sorry, but that is beyond my power, Mr. Duck.”

“She’s not taking the bribe, Louie.” Lena stated. “Maybe try giving her your 10 Free Funso Tokens birthday coupon.”

“I can’t! I already used mine as well as Huey’s and Dewey’s!”

“How could you?!”

“Well Huebert, I have perfected my impression of you and since we’re triplets I can pull of a very convincing Dewey look, but I’m still struggling with the voice. So I just don’t talk while I play him.”

I just love Lena being snarky about Jane and Louie's relationship while Louie takes her sarcastic suggestion seriously to which Huey finds out what his brother did causing him to question why he did it in anger to which Louie explains how he did it knowing full well what his brother meant. I love writing snarky characters

Webby frowned as she looked over to Dewey and watched as she saw him slowly accepting the fact there was no way they were filming any moon scenes on the beach today. “Well since we’re already down here, we might as well check out that sandcastle building contest. Or maybe Aunt Della could take us to Funso’s. You know, so our trip to the beach wasn’t a total waste.”

As Jane looked over to Dewey, she could not help but notice two crew members carrying a large surfboard over to the fake palm trees. A small smirk snaked its way onto the eagle’s beak as she spoke in a rather laid-back casual tone. “Would you guys be interested in meeting Funso?”

“We very much would.” Louie responded for the group as he flipped his token back to Jane, who of course caught it and pocketed her payment.

Things I love here: Webby showing empathy for her brother/best friend/co-director (also she calls Della "Aunt Della"!!), Jane using her powers of as a Funso's employee to pull a few strings for these kids, and Louie being the good employer he is and paying Jane for her good work

Speaking of Della, I love Della in this story! (Surprise, surprise). All though she is not a main character in this story (in fact she's sharing the D-Story with Team Magic) I still think I gave her a lot of great moments in the story. I wanted to show off her "Soccer Mom energy" in this story where she's doing whatever she can to make sure her kids can accomplish whatever they put their mind to, but I didn't want her to go full Karen at any point, so I didn't want her to be mean to the crew member she argues with to let her kids film their movie

Even after that fails, she still tries to salvage the day for Dewey who is well aware his mom is doing her best and that these things are out of her control

“Dewey!” Webby ran over to the two ducks waving her hands around in excitement. “Dewey! Guess what! We’re going to be the first ones to meet Funso!”

“Whaaat?! Well, lucky you guys.” Della said in awe as she looked back and forth between Dewey and Webby. “How did you score a sweet deal like that?”

I love Della here, acting like meeting an actor playing a fictional walrus is the coolest thing in the world right now, because it is.

“Let’s just say they have connections at Funso’s Fun Zone.” Jane answered as she and the rest of the birds joined the trio.

“Oh, hey Jane!” Della stood up and waved.

“Hey.”

EVERYONE KNOWS AND LOVES JANE IN THE MCDUCK FAMILY

Dewey offered a small wave to Jane. “Thanks, but I don’t really feel up to meeting the new Funso.”

“Dewford!” Violet exclaimed in disbelief. “Not many kids are given an opportunity such as this!”

Lena looked over to her sister in slight confusion. “…You do realize it’s probably gonna be just another guy in a walrus costume, right?”

“I know that.” Violet responded in a more rational tone. “Just because I know that, it doesn’t mean I can’t suspend my disbelief and buy into the illusion.”

I love this little back-and-forth between Lena and Violet. Lena just being a teen and not really as interested in this as the rest of her younger friends and sister, who she expected a little bit better from. And Violet being like, "Yeah, I'm not stupid. I can still have fun, Lena."

“Actually, they’re switching things up and got an actual walrus to play him.” Jane chimed in.

“You guys can go ahead and meet Funso,” Dewey assured the group as he broke away from them, “I just need some time for myself to think things over…” 

After the day Dewey has had, he really doesn't feel like doing anything right now. And Louie is nice enough to go comfort his brother allowing his friends and family to not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be the first to meet the new Funso

As the group watched Louie join his brother, Della could not help but chuckle softly. “Guess some things never change.”

“What never changes?” Huey asked.

“Huh?” Della replied now realizing she just spoke out loud. “Oh. Nothing, just thinking about your Uncle Donald and his old band.”

“He was in a band?” Violet inquired.

“He didn’t actually sing, did he?” Lena queried.

“Yes and yes,” Della answered the two Sabrewing girls as she reminisced, “back in our college days, Donald started a band with his buddies.”

“Ms. Duck, were you a member too?”

“Who, me?” Della looked over to Violet in disbelief before chuckling again. “Nah, they were The Three Caballeros and having a fourth member just wouldn’t make sense. All though I did hang out with them enough that it felt like I was part of the band too. I’d watch them practice, give them my feedback whether they wanted it or not, there were even times when I’d join in their songs.” The older duck sighed happily to herself. “I miss José and Panchito.”

It is a possibility that Lena and Violet did know about the McDuck Family's adventure with the Three Caballeros, but I still wanted this scene as an excuse for Della to talk about her perspective on this chapter of Donald's life, plus we got that somewhat snarky question from Lena. I always loved that bit where Donald tries to reassure the girl only for her to respond, "What?"

I also love this section cause it gave me and excuse to draw more parallels between the triplets and their mother and uncle. Out of all the members of their family, the Duck Boys have the most in common with their mom and uncle Donald, they all have traits from them and I think that's great

It's very common to see parallels between Dewey and Della as well as Louie and Donald, but for this I wanted Della to see the parallels between her and Louie here while also seeing the parallels between Donald and Dewey.

Speaking of which, let's check on 2/3rds of the Duck Boys!

Dewey was unaware of his brother approaching him for he was far too busy flipping through his script. Which was good news for Louie, it gave him plenty of time to assess the situation at hand. As he arrived at the shore, the green triplet went ahead and grabbed a smooth stone that was near his brother.

“Hey.”

Dewey looked over to his brother. “Hey.” And then immediately went back to his work.

Louie went ahead and tossed the stone across the ocean and watched it skip a few time before sinking into the ocean. “All right, three skips.” Louie then went ahead and picked up another stone. “Betcha can’t beat that, Dewford.”

“Not now, Louie.”

“Oh come on, it will only take a few seconds.”

Dewey let out a frustrated sigh before grabbing the stone from his brother and effortlessly tossing it to the ocean. “Oh no. It looks like you won. Good job.”

As Dewey looked back at his script, Louie watched the middle triplet’s stone skip across the water several times before hitting a buoy.

            DING

Louie placed his hands in his pockets as he looked over at the buoy and then back to Dewey who was caught up in his own world.

Do you think Louie ever gets jealous of his brother's comedic dumb luck?

Anyway, while Dewey is a main character in this story, Louie will be there with him by his side for the majority of the middle triplet's storyline. These two had a great dynamic in Louie's Eleven! and it's something that I want to expand upon. Seriously, I find it very underrated and it often gets overshadowed by the Huey and Louie dynamic which is also great

But back to Dewey and Louie, one aspect of that episode that I think about a lot are the scenes where Dewey expresses how he thinks Louie doesn’t really have faith in Dewey’s own abilities and I wanted to show the growth Louie had in that episode in this scene by having him be the one to let Dewey know that no one thinks he’s dumb and that they do have faith in his project and that they’re just trying to help

Another thing I want to explore in Dewey's storyline is the duck's creative side: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. A very important moment in Dewey's character to me was the first appearance of Dewey Dew-Night where we see Dewey has had an internet show that his brothers were at the time not aware of

I remember seeing a comment on a video of that scene saying that Dewey is basically the kid that played by himself at recess and that's something I agree with and wanted to show in this story and for the rest of the story

All though he is more comfortable with sharing his ideas and visions with his friends and family, those things are still very personal to him. He has his perfect vision on his creations and the final results aren't always going to look like that, especially when you have help from other people. At times it does not feel like the personal story you wanted to tell

And the thing that Dewey is worked up about is a scene that would depict his mom as the badass she is while also negatively depicting the moonlanders which is a problem that everyone fully understands, except Dewey. Not that he doesn’t understand why, he just thinks he can still salvage the scene cause the song he made for it is too gosh darn good and he’s proud of it, dang it

Louie nodded. “It really helps to have another perspective. You wouldn’t happen to have that song on you, do you?”

“Uh yeah,” Dewey pulled out his phone, “why?”

Louie scoffed. “Because, dear Dewford, I would like to listen to it. You might think that is should only be played during mom’s epic space battle, but maybe I might find another use for it. After all, you did work really hard composing it, it would be a shame if we were to just drop it.”

“Oh…” Dewey smiled at Louie, “okay!”

“And hey if we can’t find a spot in the movie for that song. No big deal, you could always give it to DJ Daft Duck.

“No! This is NOT a DJ Daft Duck song!” Realizing he just shouted, Dewey immediately awkwardly lowered his volume. “It’s just not the right vibe for him, you know?...Also, I’m kinda taking a break from DJ Daft Duck stuff…cause the movie and all.”

“Oh…well okay, it’s not a DJ Daft Duck song. It belongs in the movie” Louie acknowledged.

Gee I wonder why Dewey is so adamant about it not being a DJ Daft Duck song. I sure hope this gets explained later on in the story during a heart-to-heart moment with one of the other main characters of this story

Dewey smiled at Louie before pulling his phone out of his pocket only for the moment to be ruined by Louie’s phone.

RING

Louie quickly looked at his phone and glanced at the screen. “Ooh boy” Louie looked over to Dewey, “I’ll listen to it soon. I promise. I just have to take this REALLY important phone call. I’ve been waiting all day for her to call back!”

Before Dewey could say anything, Louie answered the phone in buttery smooth tone as he walked and talked. “Why hello Aunt Gertie! Yeah! I just wanted to thank you again for the very thoughtful and might I add generous Christmas card you sent us last Christmas…Yes Aunt Gertie, I can hear your lovely kisses over the phone. Oh, how I wish you were here with me so I could receive them. Anyway, your favorite very talented and very creative nephews are putting together a movie about our family, and we can use all the help we can get.”

“…” For a brief moment Louie stood in silence. Suddenly a satisfied smirk grew on the green triplet’s beak before he smiled over to Dewey giving his brother a thumbs up. “Oh, thank you so much Aunt Gertie! I promise you; you’re making a wise investment…”

It wouldn’t be a DuckTales 2017 fanfic without cameos/shoutouts to other Duck characters from the Duckverse that didn’t make the cut! So here’s Aunt Gertie! An aunt of the boys who for all I know only had one appearance in my childhood favorite Christmas movie Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas! I love Louie pulling the schmooze on her

But enough about her. Let’s talk Darkwing villains! Let’s check on Jane and the kids:

As the four kids waited, they watched as the older bird walked over to a walrus wearing a white sailor hart, orange sweater, blue pants, a yellow scarf, and a pair of white gloves. Most likely the new Funso. Jane returned to the group accompanying her was the walrus. “Hey guys I’d like you to meet-”

“FUNSO! Of Funso’s Fun Zone!” The walrus introduced himself with a rather jovial tone.

“Hi! I’m Webby!” Webby introduced herself as she shook hands with the walrus. As the two shook hands, Lena could not help but stare at the new Funso.

“…Wait. I recognize you!” Lena stated catching the attention of everyone in the group.

“Of course, you do; he’s Funso.” Violet said.

“I know that, but that’s not what I meant. He’s that walrus from that show!” Lena explained.

“…”

“The one our dads took us to last week.”

Violet’s eyes widen. “I think you’re right,” she turned to Funso, “excuse me but were you a cast of member of MacDuck from last week’s Drakespeare in the Park?”

“And didn’t you play like seven different roles in that play? Tuskerninni, right?”

“Arturo Tuskerninni!” The walrus properly introduced himself; it was as if Funso was no more as the walrus spoke in a more boastful yet gravitas tone, as if every single word that came from his mouth was said was dripping with pride (or in other words, extremely British). “Graduate of Julliard, Director, Character Actor, Writer, Performer, Filmmaker, and now Funso of Funso’s Fun Zone: Where Fun…is in the Zone. It’s great to see I have fans who appreciate my art and recognize my talent.”

Fun fact about me: I never watched the OG DuckTales show or Darkwing Duck until I started writing DT17 fanfiction. And I’m really glad I did! Especially Darkwing. And the first time I saw Tuskerninni I knew I just HAD TO use him for a story! He was honestly the first Darkwing villain (besides the main villain of this story who has not appeared yet but has been mentioned by a couple of characters) I chose to put in this story

I just love the character! He dresses up in a lot of costumes, is a huge ham and has an even bigger ego than Darkwing! He’s just a lot of fun! And since this is the reboot I headcanon him having a celebrity voice actor and I can’t think of anyone better to play him than Matt Berry:

Also MacDuck and Drakespeare is a reference to an OG DuckTales episode called Much Ado About Scrooge. Good episode, I recommend watching it if you’re a 2017 Louie fan

Neither Lena nor Violet were fans of Tuskerninni. Their dads took them the outdoor play so they both could be exposed to some culture. And all though Violet kept her full attention on the play, she found it hard to enjoy the scenes that featured Tuskerninni since the walrus could not help but chew the scenery every time he was on stage. The only reason why Lena even remembered the walrus' name was due to boredom. It was during one of the walrus' many drawn out monologues that the young sorceress took it upon herself to look through the show’s pamphlet and upon discovering the walrus’s name she immediately showed her sister the name and sneered “More like Tusker-weenie.” To which Violet said nothing and continued watching the play while Lena chuckled to herself. Needless to say, that was the highlight of Lena’s night.

“Uh, yeah sure.” Lena confirmed.

I just want to say this my favorite joke I’ve ever written for Lena and Violet. I love these two

“Excuse me, Funso,” Huey began as he winked to Tuskerninni, “as the new Funso what are you brining to the table to differentiate you from the previous Funso without deviating too far from what we expect to see from such a beloved role?”

“Well, in my commercial debut, you will see I bring the fun wherever I go!” The new Funso replied, “I will arrive to the masses from the sea on a surfboard and let the whole world know that Funso’s Fun Zone is where Fun is in the Zone. I like to think I’m a more hip and happening Funso than the previous one and I plan on brining more to the table.”

“And is one of those things, penguin minions!?” Webby asked as several penguins approached the group.

“Nope.” Jane answered for the walrus. “They came with him though. And have been here all day…”

“Yes of course they have!” Tuskerninni responded to the overworked Funso employee. “They are my cortège. My posse. My homeboys. My entourage. Wherever I go they follow.”

I really proud of the Webby line mainly because one of my beta readers told me “I can totally hear Webby saying that!" Also we gotta have Tuskerninni’s penguin minions! Also WWDITS fans will probably be able to catch that “subtle” reference I put at the end there

One of the penguins then waddled over to the walrus, to which Tuskerninni then bent down, so the penguin could whisper into his ear.

“Hmm. Yes.” Tuskerninni nodded before turning back to Jane. “My homeboy Ray brings up an excellent point, Jane. We are an hour behind the schedule and the director is still not here. Something must be done, Jane.”

“Well it’s not like I can control the traffic or whenever supervillains attack, I’m just a Funso’s employee.” Jane deadpanned as she kept her cool. “You’re just gonna have to wait, Funso.”

“Ah…” Tuskerninni responded, “in that case: while we’re waiting, my colleagues and I would like to split a pizza. We’ll take a large pizza that’s half red and half white. On the red half the crust is to be stuffed crust while the white half’s crust will be thin crust. The cheese needs to cover every inch of the sauce, however it needs too put on lightly on the white sauce. On the white half, a fourth of it needs to be topped with green peppers and the other fourth with pineapple, but the whole white half needs to have banana peppers. The red sauce half needs to be one fourth pepperoni and one fourth bacon. We’d also like anchovies which is our topping of choice that needs to be cover all of the pizza, both the white and the red halves. And a large Diet Cherry Pep.”

“A number four with a large Diet Cherry Pep, got it;” Jane said as she walked away from the walrus and over to the kids “well duty calls.” The eagle then pulled out two birthday coupons and handed them to Huey before heading her way back to the Funso, “I’ll catch you kids later.”

Two things I wanna say about this: Jane is a good employee and giving Huey back his as well as Dewey’s birthday coupons was really cool of here. And two. The complicated order joke is a joke I stole from this scene from the rom-com spoof They Came Together it's the first joke in the clip if you're interested in seeing:

I figured no one would notice cause I don’t know how many DuckTales fans have watched a movie made by the people who made Wet Hot American Summer.

Anyway, Tuskerninni rants about superheroes and their over-saturation when the Gizmoduck fight finally makes it to the beach (also Huey is the first one to notice because Huey fanboying over Gizmoduck will always be adorable to me) , yada yada, let’s just move ahead to Dewey and Gandra’s first scene together

In fact, Dewey could not keep his eyes off the superhero battle ever since it made its way to the beach. As soon as the two figures whooshed by the young filmmaker immediately pulled out his phone and started recording the whole thing.

Though his phone was focused on both Duckburg’s beloved superhero and the town’s villain-of-the-day, Dewey could not keep his eyes off the hen who was in-between this battle. He watched as the armorless bird attack the villain head on.

The attack was certainly not planned, more of an impulsive move. He knew that for sure, for his dropped jaw match the one on Gizmoduck’s face as the two watched as the freelance agent kicked the jetpacked rat off his flightpath and towards the ground. Using the force of her own kick, the hen flipped backwards off the costumed villain whilst that was happening, she made sure to unhook her sweatshirt from her waist and used it to help lessen the impact of her fall; she landed several feet away from Dewey.

As the sand cleared in front of the middle triplet, Dewey peeked from behind his phone as he watched Gandra rise up from the ground, tying her sweatshirt around her waist as she shot a smirk up at Gizmoduck. “Told ya I could knock him down!”

So for the first scene with these two I just knew I had to give Gandra a badass entrance. Cause she deserves it. Anyway…

“I didn’t say you couldn’t!” Gizmoduck retorted, “I suggested we consider our other options first!”

Gandra Dee rolled her eyes and shrugged. “The opportunity was right there and figured I might as well do it.”

And it was those choice of words that made Gandra Dee Dewey’s new favorite member of Team Science. Before it was Manny, probably…

Dewey put his phone down as he watched the hen pull out a device from her pocket.

“Go on after him, I’ll catch up!”

As the superhero flew to the direction of the knocked down villain, the young hen immediately got to work. A projection came out of her eye, which displayed what Gizmoduck was seeing through his visors as well as some other things that Dewey was sure must be very important cause they looked scientific. Having a projection come out of one’s eye must have not be as distracting as Dewey thought it would since the young adult was multitasking; he watched as she unscrewed the bottom part of her device and attached it to her palm as if she was powering it up.

A projection came out of her eye, which displayed what Gizmoduck was seeing through his visors as well as some other things that Dewey was sure must be very important cause they looked scientific. -

That’s my way of saying “Look use your imagination cause I don’t know how to describe what I’m seeing in my mind

“Wait, I know you!” Dewey finally spoke up. “You’re Huey’s friend; Sandra, right?!”

“Huh?” Gandra must have not noticed the middle triplet was with her the entire time, because for the first time today she was caught off-guard. She looked over to Dewey as she did her best to put a friendly smile on her beak. “Uh, yeah I’m Huey’s friend. And it’s Gandra, Gandra Dee.”

These two have met previously of course in The Splitsword of Swanstantine! where they fought one another (Dewey of course had help from Webby), Dewey of course was told about the events of Beaks in the Shell! from Huey so before properly introducing one another, he would know Gandra as Huey’s friend because she is. She likes Huey. Everyone likes Huey.

Also Huey will be alongside Gandra and Fenton for the majority of Gandra’s story. It’s what he deserves

I do this a lot in my fanfics, but I love having Gandra introduce herself by going “Gandra, Gandra Dee” Why? Cause that’s how she introduced her name to Fenton, that’s why. It’s her spy introduction. Like how Bond says “The name’s Bond, James Bond.”

Also Dewey thinking her name is Sandra is a reference to where the OG Gandra got her name from, Sandra Lee, who was a…{quickly Googles Sandra Lee} an American TV Chef and author…huh.

Anyway. Let’s delve into something I haven’t talked about yet: the OC I made up for this story Rick Rath aka The Punnysher

So here’s the thing about me. I don’t really go out my way to make up OCs. Just something I never really feel like doing unless I really feel the need to for a story. And more often than not, they’re jokes. Which is exactly who Rick Rath is

So for the Gandra and Fenton side of the story, I knew I wanted them to work together as Agent Dee and Gizmoduck to take down Duckburg’s villain of the week. I wanted this villain to be some lucky jerk that Gandra knew through her freelancer career and was an absolute dork. I didn’t want to use a Darkwing Duck villain (I saved that for Drake and Gosalyn) because I didn’t want any Darkwing fans to think I did one of their favorite villains dirty. (And if there are any Darkwing fans who thought I did Splatter Phoenix dirty I promise you SHE WILL BE BACK with a vengeance later in the series)

Anyway, besides working for various evildoers as a means to get by, I always headcanon Gandra’s freelancing job involved smaller projects for the everyman. Fixing stuff, selling her own stuff, etc. And Rick is that, just an everyman and longtime client of Gandra that mainly kept to himself until one day he snapped

So who is The Punnysher? Well he’s basically an amalgam of some of my favorite “pathetic nerd type” villains. He was inspired by my favorite Darkwing Duck villain Megavolt, Paul Dano’s Riddler from The Batman, and Stu from Scream (I personally like to think Matthew Lillard voiced him). His name is Rick Rath cause alliteration, it sorta sounds like riffraff (street rat!), Rath sounds like wrath, and Rick I’m pretty sure I chose because of the Spidey Send-Up character from Superhero Movie was named Rick and that movie is just one of my biggest guilty pleasures. Yeah. Go ahead and judge me but it’s nowhere near as bad as the other _____ Movies of that horrible era of bad spoof movies

And yeah he was created as an excuse to make puns

Earlier in the story, both Fenton and Gandra talk about wanting to avoid causing any property damage when taking down the Punnysher. So I thought it’d be funny if the climatic battle would be at the beach where instead of building being knocked down it’s big sandcastles. Still all that sand everywhere would would be a nightmare what with it being coarse and rough

ANYWAY back to Gandra and Dewey:

“-just keep him busy, Gizmoduck.” Agent Dee said into her earpiece. “I’m just about done here.”

“It was so cool how you knocked that bad guy down! Have you always had the ability to shoot lightning out of your hands!? Don’t tell me, you’re magic, right!?” Dewey asked as he ran up to Gandra.

“Uh, nope. Not magic, just science.” Gandra removed the charging Kill-Bitch from her hand to show off her ungloved hand, giving the young duck some visual aid, “I’ve got nanites in my bloodstream.”

“…Nanites?

“Really tiny microscopic robots.” Gandra explained, emphasizing their size by pinching the air with her thumb and finger to Dewey.

Dewey’s eyes widened as he watched Gandra once again attach her device to her palm.

“YOU’VE GOT ROBOTS IN YOUR BODY!?”

Reasons Why Gandra Dee Would Be Dewey Duck's Favorite Member of Team Science:

She's a badass

She's a spy

She can shoot electricity from her hands

She's an independent freelancer

She's part robot

Dewey's reaction to Gandra having robots in her body is my favorite line in this entire story because you can't tell me that wouldn't be his reaction

So another reason why I think Gandra would be Dewey's favorite Team Science member is because I personally think out of all the members she'd be the one who can explain science related stuff to Dewey the best due to her bluntness and getting straight to the point

Speaking of Gandra, I might as well talk about her for a bit since she is also a main character of this story (also Gosalyn and in a way Boorswan but they're not here so I'm not talking about them)

Now if they're were a Season 4, I'd want a storyline about Gandra trying to fit in the McDuck Found Family because I'd think that'd make for a great story. Out of all the characters, she probably has the weakest connection to the family for the only reason why she became a part of it in the first place is because she hooked up with one of McDuck's employees. Not to mention she doesn't have the highest opinions of Scrooge

I always saw Gandra as more of an anti-hero throughout the show, kind of like Goldie, and I like to think that post-canon she still has some of those qualities. She is still a freelancer but is currently working on the Gizmocloud with Fenton and Gyro

I've said it before but I'll say it again, I really don't like the idea of Gandra working for McDuck Enterprises as part of her character development. It just seems like a betrayal to her character by going corporate and just feels like she's being shaped to be more like Fenton or Gyro when she's a punk garage scientist. I fully support her anti-corporate attitude

I always loved DuckTales for how they show a member returning or trying to turn a new leaf is often a difficult transition for both the member and the family. We saw that with characters like Della when she returned and with Lena when she was trying to hide the De Spell side of her, to me it makes sense doing something similar with Gandra who hasn't really had the chance to interact with the rest of the family, who all their own dynamics and little groups that were able to grow while she was not a part of that family, and I wanted to explore that with this story

“Okay can one of you kids gotta help me out here, but who is she, what exactly is her connection to our family?” Della asked as she pointed to Gandra. “I feel like I know her from somewhere, but I don’t know what…”

“Oh her? She’s Gandra Dee.” Huey answered. “She’s currently dating Fenton.”

“Thanks to us.” Webby proudly added, to which Huey high-fived in response.

I like to think that both Huey and Webby are so proud of the date they put together for Fenton and Gandra that they like to think they played a big part in the two's relationship. Also Huey will totally be Fenton's best man for their wedding and will credit Webby in his speech for their job well done

“…Wait, Fenton is with her?” Lena asked in confusion as she looked over to Violet, “I thought he was with Gyro.”

“Gyro!?” Della repeated in a tone that was a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “Oh please that duck can do waaay better than that hack. And the evidence is right there! I mean did you SEE that landing!? And she can shoot lightning from her hands?!”

“Well, she is a spy and a scientist.” Huey explained.

“Who worked for F.O.W.L.” Louie reminded the group.

“Wait, they were still seeing each other while she was working for F.O.W.L.?!” Della asked.

“Yep.” Huey answered.

“Cool.” Della, Webby, and Lena reacted in unison.

Della, Webby and Lena are Team I Don't Mind that Fenton and Gandra were Seeing Each Other While Gandra was a Part of F.O.W.L. because That is Honestly Really Hot and I Probably Would've Done the Same if I was in Fenton's Position

“Oh yeah, so cool how that she and Fenton found time to see each other while she was busy hacking the money bin and Uncle Scrooge’s robot that nearly killed us.” Louie deadpanned.

“That’s where I know her from!” Della snapped her fingers as if she just remembered the lyrics to a song she hadn’t heard in a while. She then turned towards Louie. “Yeah, crazy day huh? At least she’s on our side now. And hey, she looks like she’s getting along with Dewey, maybe she might need our help.”

I did a joke similar to this in my Indi-Quack! story Convergence at Bud's Dispensary! where both Della and Louie have two very different opinions on Gandra Dee's role in the Escape from the Impossibin!. I still love Della's reaction to it all like she just remembered the name of an actor in a movie she's watching on TV while Louie is a little less forgiving than his mother

This will be explored more in the next story, but when it comes to the triplet's opinions about Gandra Dee now a part of the team it'll be very similar to what we saw when the triplets first hung out with Webby and when their mother returned

Dewey is the most optimistic member of the trio who is ready to welcome the newest member in open arms without a second thought. Louie is the most skeptical, but is not entirely against them being here and still has an open mind about the situation. Huey of course will be the most logical, being a good balance of his two brothers and is not only seeing things from their point of view but also the new member's point of view; understanding how this situation can be complicated for everyone

“HEY AGENT DEE!!?” Della shouted.

“Huh?” Gandra looked away from Dewey and over to the middle triplet’s family.

I've done this in my other stories, but I really love the idea of Della almost always referring to Gandra as Agent Dee kinda like how she calls Beakley by her spy name, 22. Gandra Dee is a spy after all and that is her spy name. Plus I think it'd be nice if for once someone called her that who wasn't using her for their own gain and is only calling that because they think her being a spy is cool

“Hey Gandra!” Huey waved to the hen.

“Oh…” the projection coming from the hen’s eye disappeared as she waved back to the oldest triplet, “hey Huey” Gandra’s eyes surveyed the small group of birds who waved back, “…and family.”

“Do you two need any help?!” Della shouted to Gandra. “Because we’re all ready to fight!” Della looked back over to her son Louie, who was still sitting comfortably on his blanket, shaking his head in indifference. Della looked back. “Well most of us are!”

Isn't nice that this found family is now big enough that some members can sit out of adventures if they need it

“Help?” Gandra repeated in slight confusion. “Oh. Uh, nope, we’re fine here.”

“Aw, are you sure!?” Webby called over. “Because we’d be more than happy to help!”

“We are experienced.” Violet stated.

“And I’m magic.” Lena added.

Gandra's storyline honestly would be a much shorter one if she hung with Della and Team Magic. They are way more chill than Dewey and are allowing Gandra her space. Also I really wanted to capture Gandra's awkward energy we see her have everyone now and then in this scene

“Oh no, no, it’s fine. It’s not necessary for you all to join in.”

“You heard the woman!” Louie exclaimed. “This is one adventure we’re allowed to sit out of! Let the power couple handle this.”

“Right, thanks…” having forgotten his name, Gandra’s Eyebuds scanned the green triplet for more information, “…Llewellyn.”

“It’s Louie, actually!”

It might take Louie awhile to warm up to Gandra...

“Louie, right.” Gandra corrected herself. “But don’t worry, we got this. We’ll get rid of the supervillain so you guys can go back to enjoying your beach day.”

“Yeah! Don’t worry guys,” Dewey said as he stepped by Gandra’s side, “we got this!”

“We?”  Gandra asked as she looked down at Dewey in annoyance.

“Yeah! I wanna help you two!” Dewey said as he looked up at Gandra with an excited grin. “That supervillain stands no chance against the collaborative team-up of Gizmoduck, Agent Dee, and their super sidekick Dewey! I even got a team name for our little group, The Super Spies! You know cause Gizmoduck is a superhero, you’re a spy, and yours Dew-ly is a little bit of both. I’ve helped Darkwing Duck on his superhero adventures, and I helped Launchpad beat Double-O-Duck which I know is a video game, but like it’s a VR video game, so it’s pretty much the same thing. I’m basically the Ultimate Sidekick!”

Dewey is looking up at Gandra, while she is looking down at him. Symbolism.

Also I decided to flex Dewey's resume here to further prove why he'd be great with Gandra (as well as Fenton). Also I like to think Gandra's eyelids went lower when he said "yours Dew-ly"

“Oh really? That’s cool and all, but did you not hear what I just told your family, kid?” Gandra grumbled.

“Nerp! I was too busy looking at the sleeves on your shirt!” Dewey answered. “I really dig your style! Did your shirt come like that or did you cut them yourself?!”

“I-..what?” Out of all the responses Dewey could have given Gandra, that was one of them that she was not ready for.

Honestly, that's a question I always wondered about Gandra's shirt but I'm too scared to ask. Dewey wouldn't be tho

“Agent Dee?” The sound of Fenton’s voice music to Gandra’s ears as it came out of her earpiece, “Not to sound too impatient but is the Kill-Bitch ready yet, I could really use your assistance.”

            DING

The moment the device dinged, Dewey’s eyes widened as he immediately grabbed the Kill-Bitch out of Gandra’s palm.

“Okay! What do you want me to do with this!?” Dewey said as he examined the device. “It looks dangerous, but don’t worry Danger is my middle name! Pretty cool that you made something that looks deadly that’s no bigger than my phone!” Dewey exclaimed as he put the Kill-Bitch by phone for the size comparison, accidentally causing the device to latch onto his phone. “Oh no…”

I love Dewey cause he's always down for whatever adventure he gets caught in and always ready to help. Which I'm sure can be a nuisance for some especially if he isn't caught up with what's going on

“What are you doing!?” Gandra yelled at Dewey, “I was going to use that to destroy The Punnysher’s jetpack!”

“This thing’s gonna destroy my phone?!” Dewey yelled back in shock as he instinctively threw his phone aside, landing it in the water.

            BZZT

“No!” Gandra groaned as she pulled Dewey’s phone out of the water and detached the Kill-Bitch from the phone. “I didn’t waterproof this thing.”

“But don’t worry, my phone is.” Dewey replied hoping to make the hen feel better.

“Yeah but the Kill-B-…my device still was able to do some damage to it.” Gandra tossed Dewey’s phone to the middle triplet while she pulled out the other broken Kill-Bitch from her pocket and examined the two broken devices. “…Oh yeah, I can fix it.”

I always imagined Gandra would be a mixture of being both good and bad with children. But she does know not to swear in front of children. We saw that in Beaks in the Shell!, seriously watch the scene when Huey enters the Gizmocloud, she almost dropped an F-bomb in front of sweet Huey.

“Oh no!” Dewey examined his phone, “I just got upgraded my phone recently! Aw man, do you know how many ducks are on our family plan? My turn to upgrade won’t be for a long time now!”

I too am from a big family and on a family phone plan. Waiting for your turn for an upgrade sure is a bitch

Gandra rolled her eyes as she pulled out The Thanks, Bitch from her pockets and attached it to Dewey’s phone. “This thing will ding when it’s done. Do NOT throw it into the ocean. Now please give me some space so I can help Gizmoduck.”

“Wait! Gandra I’m sorry for messing up, I wanna redeem myself! Please let me help you guys, I’ll do whatever you tell me to do!”

Gandra did not know what could have possibly come over her, but looking down at the young duck dressed as an aviator who looked like he disappointed his elders, made her not want to tell him no. But at the same time, she did not want any of his help at all.

You know I did want to do a joke about Dewey dressed up as his mom for this scene with Gandra. Something along the lines that he looks like he's going to fight the Red Baron, but I couldn't find any good space for it that wouldn't disrupt the flow of the story

When writing these scenes where Gandra is brushing Dewey away from, I really wanted none of this to feel mean-spirited and I hope it didn't feel like it at all

“…Hey Dewey, do you like music?”

Dewey grinned up at Gandra, “I sure do! Actually I’m a-”

“Great!” Gandra responded as she crouched down so that she was eye-level with the duck and mirrored his grin and spoke in a peppier voice. “I like music too. In fact, I love listening to it whenever I need to work on my gadgets or do spy missions.”

“Oh! So you can stay focused and not be bothered by any annoying distractions, right!?” Dewey asked as he bounced his body up and down in excitement.”

Don't you just love it when people don't know they're insulting themselves?

“Right.” Gandra said as she pulled out her phone and handed it to Dewey. “Now I need you to help me pick out one of my playlists for me to listen to while I make a new device to take down Gizmoduck’s bad guy.”

“…Oh.” Dewey looked down at the phone and then back to Gandra. “And that will be helpful?”

Dewey may not be the brightest character in DuckTales, but I don't think he's an idiot and I wanted to show that by having him question Gandra.

“It sure will!” Gandra exclaimed as she got to taking apart both Kill-Bitches to combine them into one working Kill-Bitch. “The playlist you pick will also be the one I listen to while fighting that bad guy over there, so I’m counting on you on picking out something good.”

What Gandra is doing her is the equivalent of handing a younger sibling a video game controller that isn't plugged in and saying "Yeah, you're helping!"

The hen immediately got to work as Dewey started scrolling through her various playlists, finding the task to be more difficult than he thought since he wanted to pick out something really good for Gandra that would be perfect background music for what was going on.

            -Workout

            -Running

            -Sciencing

            -Just wanna smash something

            -Sciencing (w/ Fenton)

            -F%@# the System!!

            -Just Vibing

            -Gaming

            -F.O.W.L. Work Playlist

            -Gizmocloud

            -Just wanna “smash” something (Fenton)

“Uh…” Dewey said as he looked through.

I had too much fun coming up with different names for Gandra's various playlists. And don't worry, Dewey doesn't understand the meaning behind the final one.

and I ain't explaining it if you don't know

        DING

“Sorry for the delay, Gizmoduck. I’ll be joining you shortly.” Gandra said to her earpiece as she stood up and looked back at Dewey. “You done, kid?”

“I…Uh, wait! I think I know the perfect song for you!” Dewey exclaimed as he went away Gandra’s playlists and searched for another song which he selected.

Gandra stood in place for a brief second as the music started to play out of her headphones. “Hmm…”

So the song I selected for this fight sequence is the song Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars. I think I first heard the song at work listening to Spotify when it randomly started playing and I instantly loved it and thought it would be the perfect song for this sequence. It also pairs well with the storyline I have planned for this unlikely duo

“…Did I select a good song?”

“Hmm?” Gandra looked over to Dewey. “Oh yeah. I mean, it’s a bit mainstream for my liking, but I can work with this.” The hen spoke into her earpiece. “Going radio silent, Gizmoduck. Heading right into the action.” She took the earpiece out of her ear.

Gandra's a hipster and I just love making fun of her for that

“Anything else I can do, Agent Dee?!” Dewey grinned at Gandra.

“Nah, don’t worry kid, we got this.”

“Oh…” Dewey held up his phone. “Is it cool if I record the fight once it’s done getting fixed?”

“Sure thing, just try not to be in the crossfire; okay kid?”

“Okay!”

Gandra smirked as she placed her headphones and made her way to the battle on the beach, doing several flips in the process.

Right now, the nickname Gandra has for Dewey is "kid", something short, simple, and to the point. Also we see Gandra with those headphones but we never saw her wear them! She deserves to have a fight scene where she's listening to music while fighitng

“…Were all those flips really necessary?” Violet asked as she watched the fight happen before her eyes.

Since I already established that Lena and Webby both think Gandra is really cool I thought it'd be funny and a good balance if Violet was the least impressed with her.

“Shut up, Violet.” Lena answered as she kept her attention on Gandra.

“Yeah, Violet, sh- no.” Della stopped herself before she could say anything else. Della looked over to Lena. “Lena, Violet is entitled to her own opinion. Now how about we just watch the fight before our eyes without any commentary.”

Part of me wanted Della to actually say "shut up", but I really don't think that'd be a good look for Della. Plus I don't want anyone to think I hate Violet. Violet is great

“Hey Rick!” Gandra called up to the Punnysher.

Rick looked over to Gandra the very moment she decided to stick her middle finger right up at the rat, further emphasizing the finger with electricity surrounding it. Needless to say, he took the bait as he charged right at the hen. “It’s The Punnysher!”

So here's a funny thing about how I write Gandra during her cockier scenes. I know how she's hated character to various people in the fandom, well when I write her I like to pretend that those people are reading the story and I do whatever I can to emphasize the traits they don't like about her as if she's holding a middle finger at them

The smirk on Gandra’s face stayed on as she waited to the last possible second to jump over the villain and onto Gizmoduck’s back which stood on. “Thanks for the ride, Suit.”

“Glad you’re back, Agent Dee, what took ya?”

“Just a minor inconvenience that I took care…Seven o’clock!”

"minor inconvenience" She's talking about Dewey! It was a pun!

An arm came out of the front of the Gizmosuit and threw a pie in the seven o’clock position which hit yet another one of the drones out of the sky, while Gandra herself took care of some of the drones surrounding the duo. Gizmoduck kept his focus on the Punnysher who was still ahead of him.

Besides the two doing more sciencey stuff together, I always felt the show could have used more scenes showing their skills as fighters. Fenton's a superhero and Gandra's a spy, they're a pair of dorks but also badasses

Once the drones were no longer an issue for the dynamic duo, Gizmoduck stopped trailing the jetpacked villain and flew at him head-on, throwing one final pie at the Punnysher. Which unfortunately did not land on the villain and instead hit a random citizen at the beach.

            “AHHHHHH!! Coconut!”

“Sorry!” Gizmoduck shouted to the pie-covered civilian and then looked back to his partner. “That was my last pie.”

I actually really love coconut cream pie. I just knew that would be the funniest flavor to complain about

“Got a number four with a large diet Cherry Pep for Tuskerninni…” Perhaps it was because she was too frustrated with all she had to do on what was supposed to be a chilled workday, or maybe it was because she was used to Duckburg’s many different inconveniences, but it was not until Jane was back with the rest of the cast and crew of the Funso’s ad that she noticed what was happening. “Oh. A Gizmoduck battle, neat.”

“Jane, look out!” Louie called over to the Funso employee.

“Relax, Mr. Duck, I’m fine.”

Of course Louie would be concerned for Jane's safety. He's a good kid

And although that may be true, she was however unaware of the middle triplet who was filming the battle on his phone. And since Dewey’s focus was on the battle he was unaware of his own surroundings, which was why he collided into Jane causing the Funso employee to knock the pizza box out of her hands.

“My pizza!!!” Tuskerninni reacted in terror as the box landed closer to the superhero battle.

It was then Gandra landed on the ground. “Perfect!” The hen picked up the box and called up to her boyfriend “Yo! Gizmoduck! Special delivery!”

Gizmoduck flew by and grabbed the pizza from Gandra.

“Hey!” Tuskerninni snarled in anger. “Those two stole my pizza!” He turned over to Jane, who was busy comforting Dewey.

I just want say Spider-Man 2 is my favorite Spider-Man 2 film out of all the Spider-Man 2s out there. And I'm pretty sure this bit was inspired by the film's opening. Pizza Time.

“You okay, Dew-Man? I didn’t see ya there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t get hurt.”

            SPLAT

            “YAAAAARGGHH!! It burns!!”

Dewey, Jane, the McDuck family members and friends, as well as the rest of the beachgoers looked over as they watched The Punnysher (whose face was now covered with pizza) crash down to the ground yet again.

“Nice throw, Suit!” Gandra said before looking back over to Jane and Dewey. “Oh, hey Jane.”

“Hey.”

This isn't the first time I've written Gandra and Jane together in a story. In the Indi-Quack! story F.O.W.L. Play! I had Jane vent to Gandra about her job at Funso's. I personally like to think that while Gandra was at F.O.W.L. she ran into Jane at Funso's and the two hit it off by complaining about their horrible jobs, cause sometimes you just need one person to listen to you about your crappy job who understands what you're going through

The rat got up and wiped the hot pizza and sand off of his face and was greeted to the sight of a smirking Gandra Dee.

“Hey Rick.”

“Gandra…”

“You done playing supervillain?”

“Never.” Rick once again started his jetpack, only this time it didn’t turn on. After hitting the button several more times while Gandra stood and watched in amusement.

“Having some performance issues, Rick?”

The rat took off his backpack and glared at the Kill-Bitch which Gandra stuck on when he was done, he attempted to pull the device off, but it wouldn’t budge.

            BZZT

The jetpack part of the backpack was completely powerless, completely drained, and no longer useful. But it could serve as a decent backpack. The rat looked over to the hen who simply shrugged in response.

Gandra's a smartass and I love when I can write her as such

“You bootlicking bi-”

BZZZZZT

Gandra punched Rick right in the gut with a full force of electricity coming out of her hands, causing the rat to fall to the ground. “There are children present, mister.”

Gandra knows not to swear in front of kids

Rick groaned as he curled on the ground in pain. “…Can I at least get a refund on the crap you broke?”

“No refunds on damaged goods.” Gandra stated before she kicked the rat, damaging his goods.

Yeah I’m proud of this crotch kicking joke, he deserved it

“Ha! Nice!” Della commented as she watched Gandra kick the villain in his groin before looking back to the kids she was accompanying at the beach. “Man, I love that everyone we know is some type of adventurer that knows how to fight.

Besides Dewey, I love to think Della also really loves meeting new members of this adventure found family

Gandra looked over to Gizmoduck as he landed beside her. “He’s down.”

“I saw…” Gizmoduck stated as he looked down at the villain curled up in the sand, groaning in pain.

Don’t worry Gandra, Della thought it was funny. I like to think when it comes to superhero battles Fenton is a real boy scout like Superman. Or I guess Junior Woodchuck in this world

The duo then looked away from the villain as they heard the sounds of the beachgoers and the press (who arrived shortly after the fight) making their way to the trio involved in the superhero fight.

It was then Gandra felt a hand clamp onto her shoulder.

“Why don’t you kids get out of here?” Della offered as her children, Webby, and the Sabrewings followed close behind. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t get away, plus I don’t think you want to deal with all that.” Della motioned over to the various news teams and police officers heading their way.

Della is a pro at adventure and knows the press is the last thing these two need to deal with

“Oh, thanks.” Gandra looked over to Fenton. “Mind giving a ride back to work?”

“Not at all.” Fenton held out his arms, to which Gandra hopped up into.

Look I just think their finale end credits appearance was adorable, okay!???!

“Gandra, wait!” Dewey, who still had his phone out, tossed the Thanks, Bitch to the hen.

“Almost forgot.” Gandra caught the device and then winked at Dewey. “Thanks for the help, kid.”

Dewey stood in silence as Huey joined him by his side, the two watched as Gizmoduck fly away with Gandra.

“We know some pretty cool people, huh, Dewey?”

“Yeah, we sure do…”

Oh Gandra. If only you knew what a little bit of praise from an adult does to these kids…

Pretty soon the police arrived and arrested Rick Rath, while the press started to do their thing.

“Roxanne Featherly reporting live at Duckburg Beach where excitement is in the air.Gizmoduck has stopped yet another supervillain from attacking the city. Or so we are to presume for the only evidence we have is eyewitness accounts.”

“Wrong you are Roxanne.” Louie said as he slipped his way onto the cameras, snagging Dewey’s phone from his brother. “For my very talented filmmaker brother was able to capture the whole fight on his phone and yes are willing to share it with this highest bidder.”

Louie leaned towards Dewey and whispered. “Dude we are going to get so much money for this project it's insane.”

As the press started to make their bids to the green triplet, Webby could not help and smiled towards her friends. “Even though we didn’t get to film any more of The Spear of Selene, I’d still say this was a great trip to the beach.”

“Indeed” Violet agreed, “for not only did we get to meet the new Funso in person, Dewford also got to participate in an exciting superhero battle.”

“Well,” Della stretched before grabbing the keys to the car, “I’d say we’re done here. Let’s go home.”

I didn’t say this in the story but Della got the car from Donald

Lena then looked over to the parked car with a devious grin on her face. “Shotgun.”

“DAMN IT!!!” Louie shouted in annoyance.

I love brick jokes and knew this was gonna be the final joke in the Dewey storyline of this story when I started writing this

Well I hope you enjoyed this commentary, christianfoxymc! Thanks again! Here’s hoping I’ll be able to continue this story real soon!

[beaversatemygrandma]

An update on whatever the hell has been going on at work. It's dumbing down to shit boss, some union words being said, and a very very intimidated newbie.

So after the mass firing, some things have been said and the bosses are now aware that we're all pretty fucking miffed about one person in particular. This guy was my favorite safety operator (crush as part of it possible, but also the only one who could talk ANYBODY down from a panic attack), the safety operator MANAGER's favorite and self-trained operator, and basically a friend all around the entire fucking zoo. This was somebody who made their face known throughout everywhere in the four or five months they worked there. And the boss fired them for a single safety liability that did not cause a problem and could've been easily fixed if somebody didn't just walk past it and snitch on the radio. The woman who was being saved was having a stroke, the small thing that was forgotten was honestly forgivable. Then apparently a backlog of a sexual harassment report (tbh it was some bullshit, basically just being openly queer in a conversation), accidentally pocketing sharpies that were needed, unprofessional actions (the role is supposed to be a relaxing yet knowledgeable person, you don't want a man with a no-shit-taking business vibe teaching you how to zipline) It was a warranted firing, but not a necessary one or one that was even logical to do when it was done. Because the cited reasoning happened THREE WEEKS PRIOR with no punishment other than a "hey you did this wrong" With this context, it's just a whole frustrating thing because it has literally been three whole weeks since they even made any major mistakes other than maybe being 3 minutes late every few days.

Anyways, there was another person fired that day, which was a logical firing. Registers were short and tasks were never fully completed. Yes. Bad employee, understandable. Then apparently in the zoo, there was somebody in the education department for gossiping (somehow related to our operator?), and somebody in maintenance (those guys are treated like dirt by the bosses tbh.)

Anyways, the whole zoo, especially our weird ass little department, is basically a burning fire. Now guess who is stoking this fire?

Current closest work friend bc the two others were fired that day: The ex-con who is honestly a pretty damn great guy. Basically the one other part of the deal of if that operator got fired, we'd be the leverage to keep their job. Sadly, this was done on a day that neither of us were around. He was on lunch and I was off for the day. There was no available leverage. We had a deal and the managers knew we were all close so no cigar.

Either way, this guy is getting petty with stuff. He's bringing up every little thing that is slightly too dangerous and disrespectful to our department. It started with the unfair treatment of the one safety operator who doesn't support his coworkers and snitches (tbh he should've been fired but the boss sees him like a younger version of his bad son who could be guided in the correct path. It's a super awkward version of nepotism really...) THEN was yesterday and the day before. One of the toucans has avian pox. Our department is in a slow season, so slow to the point that weekdays we're just kinda There not doing anything. So, we get asked to help inside the zoo. We were tasked with clearing out the bamboo from the toucan enclosure.

This is where it gets fucked up.

We already started on this before somebody said "Hey, this bamboo cannot be used anywhere else in the zoo due to the transmission of this disease. Don't worry, it only affects birds. You'll be fine." AFTER the man with chickens was already inside the enclosure for three hours. Well, okay, we've got to sanitize the entirety of him now and he can't keep his work shoes anywhere outside his house. Wish you would've said something sooner. Yesterday, we're all bored and clearing out the cut bamboo and taking it out to the dumpsters bc it has to be MORE than just quarantined when a bird keeper comes up and tells the operators that it wasn't just avian pox, but a parasite that is actually transferable between birds and mammals. This bamboo should be treated like radioactive waste and disposed of carefully and quickly. This news STOPPED everybody from continuing. Everybody here has animals and, well, also cares if they get some freaky ass foreign parasite that is transmissible by the toucan shit all over this bamboo. Our entire department has touched the bamboo at this point. We're sanitizing everything with a vet grade chemical that kills even parvo.

Anyways, the friend here who's stoking the fire is the man with chickens and now has the knowledge that it's not just the chickens he needs to worry about but him, his daughter, and his cat as well. Dude creates a group chat with Every Person in our department, warning us about the parasite. This includes the managers, just not the big boss. The office manager contacted the big boss immediately and started asking questions. The zoo owner is now in on this. We were literally put in danger without notice. Besides, even with just avian pox, it was a stupid idea to put US in charge of that in the first place when the safety operators' job is just to wander the entire zoo to make sure our aerial stuff is still treating them well. These guys get places, even in the trees. Basically everywhere in the zoo and everywhere there are birds. Stupid idea. Without warning. The zoo owner is now even aware of this.

But back to our own department. This guy is also just doing slightly spiteful things around the place, just planting little words in between the managers. Just something that raises the awareness that our department's boss isn't a good boss. Straight up, I heard an argument between the office manager and the safety manager about the firing of the last operator. The seeds were set.

But the one thing that we're currently trying to remedy without the boss is the new guy. The new operator who was mostly only hired bc he's friends with the fucked-up-nepotism guy. Now, he doesn't seem bad at all, hell, we actually like him better than his friend. He's quiet, he's chill, and he's learning quick. The problem: His third day he witnessed a mass-firing. He's starting to relax, but I have yet to see him even talk to a manager with more than a few words at a time. He's at least joking around and chatting when it's just me and the friend. I'm just hoping that he not only opens up a bit further, but also gets a little louder. Volume-wise. My ears don't work and the quiet is literal. Not to mention to be the one who talks to people on the course, you Have to have a big voice. They have to hear you 40ft up. I just hope he does well because he does have big shoes to fill around there.

But on a more positive note, I currently am getting together plans for me to go on the course myself. With Others. Specifically the final friend and the two people that just got fired. Partially to spite our boss, partially because one of those people is my most trusted safety operator and I'm not doing it without them. They understand that they got rid of the good one. I need that person for my panicky nature up in the air... Literally. The only one who could talk down people from panic attacks. And the most calming thing they can do is literally just infodump on you about something (last was herbology. For a half hour. It was fascinating.)

I also got to hold our office corn snake. He tried to steal my glasses while attempting to bury himself in my hair. Cornelius Dog himself tried this after nestling between my jacket collar and neck. Very chill guy. Then proceeded to try to get into my coworker's bra after she helped me get him off my head. This snake wasn't able to be handled two months ago, and now he's getting places he shouldn't on people. He's okay with people now. He doesn't understand that the titty is not an appropriate place to go in a workplace.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

510 of 2023

I’ve died my hair blonde. (lol) I hate snitches. I’m rarely home. I don’t remember what I did last Friday. I don’t even remember what I did last night. I love countdown surveys. Bolding surveys are the best. I have more than one person that I can tell everything to. My birthday is in May. I still have dial-up. I don’t wear bras when I go to bed. I like my eggs scrambled best. I salt everything. I have an answering machine. I am one of the few who don’t have a cell phone. I haven’t seen Ferris Bueler’s Day Off. My birthday is in September. I have a friend named Kameron. I don’t live with my parents. I’ve failed a grade. I love Sharpies. I can play at least one instrument very well. I know what I want to be. My birthday is in April. It’s almost Halloween. I’m glad this is over.

[decentsoupperson]

Lucifer: Ah, like the first man.

Adam: Heh, yeah, but I'm not religious.

Lucifer: You're not?

Adam: Nope, and if you plan on just preaching to me, it'll just go in one ear and out the other.

Lucifer hmmed and nodded as they kept walking down the road. Eventually, they came across a sign for a rehabilitation hotel that was in the area.

Adam: Hang on a sec-

Adam then took out a sharpie and scribbled devil horns and a tail on the face of the worker on the poster.

Adam: Just don't snitch on me.

Lucifer: I won't, don't worry.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

Ok so an AU based off of a post made by @lisandra-phillips for Adamsapple Harvest Day 30 maybe?

Where Adam’s just a guy swearing like a sailor having one night stands and sometimes causes minor troubles to people. Nothing big and easily fixable as he says.

Until the literal Devil gets involved in his life.

OOOOU Yeah I think I've seen this!! The last one they did right?

I need this in my life now. We have to do an rp it's law LMAO

[mysterblade]

More Pixel Art. I did awhile Back. almost done uploading

[zukothelasthonorbender]

GENERAL RULES OF A PROTEST:

1. Don't wear contacts.

2. If you get tear gassed, when you get home, put the contaminated clothes in a plastic bag for later decontamination and shower with cold water to avoid opening your pores.

3. Come with friends and don't get separated.

Avoid leaving the crowd and watch out for police snatch squads.

4. Beware undercovers, but beware snitch jacketing and collaborator 'peace police' even more.

5. The far right is very good at combing through pictures and doxxing people. Mask up. Also its covid and with mace and pepper spray bring extra..once its hit with those itll suffocate you and be rendered useless.

6. Write any necessary phone numbers you may need directly on your skin in sharpie.

7. Have an offsite plan for emergencies if you have not been heard from by X time coordinated with someone offsite.

8. Make sure all mobile devices are charged!!

9. If you plan on going to jail, plan it: bail, lawyer, time off from work, witnesses i.e.: a cadre. Don't just go to jail without training.

10. Beware folks inciting violence. Most of them are police feds. Watch out for hook ups for the same reason. Get to know the crowd. They will set you up.

+ Deactivate "touch id" on your iPhone -- they cannot legally force you to open your locked phone via your passcode.

[returnsandreturns]

reworking the witchy teen novel bc my protagonist was too Not Like Other Girls

“Caroline,” Em says, knocking on her door and leaning heavily on the frame.

“I’m busy!” Caroline calls back.

“I need your help,” Em says.

“Can it wait?”

“No, I need you to teach me how to wear makeup like a god-fearing Christian woman,” Em says, raising her voice a little, smiling when there’s a long pointed silence and then Caroline is yanking her door open and giving her an appraising stare. She’s dressed in pilled leggings and an old Vacation Bible School t-shirt covered in little kid sharpie signatures, perfect curls piled on her head in a bun.

“What the heck does that mean?” she asks.

“You know, you might as well say hell,” Em says. “Everyone knows that means hell.”

“Can’t get into the practice—if I swear in front of the kids in the church nursery, Mrs. Anderson will have me run out of town,” Caroline says, sighing. “Why do you need help with makeup? You’re the one who had to show me how to do winged eyeliner.”

It was a brief fixation of hers—her eyeliner is either perpetually smudged or something that could only come from spending late nights with YouTube videos on repeat and tape on her face.

“I need to look like a pretty angel who can recite her favorite Bible verse and has no firm opinions,” Em says, gently pushing past her to sit on her bed, careful of stacks of practice tests and SAT prep books. “You know the type.”

“You hate that type,” Caroline says, skeptically. “What are you roping me into, Emily?”

“. . .I have a date,” Em says.

“A date,” Caroline echoes.

“A date,” Em says, nodding. “With a boy.”

“With a boy,” Caroline says, sounding surprised.

“You don’t have to act like I’m that hideous,” Em says, frowning. "A boy could like me."

“No, you’re not, I just kind of always thought you were maybe. . .you know what, never mind,” Caroline says, sighing and finally shutting the door. “Tell me about this boy.”

The plan is for Matthew and her to make each other look like they’re upright heterosexual church-going teens and try to infiltrate the youth group to see how it’s connected to all the missing kids. She thinks that Caroline would understand if she just explained the actual situation but she’d probably also be concerned that it sounds like a particularly dangerous Scooby Doo plot and possibly involve their parents. She loves Caroline but she’s a snitch when she thinks it’s for Em’s own good.

Instead, she does her best to make herself sound like she’s got a real crush and explains that they’re going to go to church together for their first date, which makes Caroline laugh and cover her mouth with her hand.

“Mom’s gonna love that,” she says. “I hope you’re prepared.”

“Oh, god,” Em says, faintly, tipping her head back to look at the ceiling. She hasn’t exactly thought about what her mom would do if she suddenly came back to the side of the light. “I don’t know if I can deal with not being a disappointment.”

“You’re not a disappointment,” Caroline says, firmly. “You’re—unique and it confuses people. Do you really want to hide that?"

"I just want you to teach me how to use blush in a way that respects the lord," Em says, grinning up at her. "You don't have to worry about me hiding my light under a bushel or whatever. I will still be off-putting no matter how tasteful my eyeshadow is."

"Oh, hush," Caroline says, rolling her eyes. "Come sit here. I'll do my best."

[taechnological]

Sae if bts were to end up in jail who do you think would be the one becoming the boss in there, the boss’s right hand, the scared clueless one, the cop’s snitch, the one trying to escape, the one who keeps committing petty crimes just to get in jail because he’s made friends in there and the one who has already made jail his home

HAHA I LOVE THIS okay so:

the boss: seokjin

would trick all the big scary guys in the jail with multiple murder charges against them into thinking he has done some mad scary shit to end up in jail by feeding them tons of bullshit; is actually in bc of tax fraud

boss's right hand: yoongi

is in for helping seokjin cover his tax frauds; has no regrets tho; will provide all the back-up stories necessary for seokjin's bullshit tales, everyone assumes he's in for being a serial killer bc he's always either napping or humming to himself; but in reality he shares food with others as an act of service

the scared clueless one: hoseok

is actually scared of the germs in the prison, not the big bulky guys in there charged for murder, they all are actually whipped for hobi; jailed for screeching directly into a cop's ear and deafening him permanently; has drawn flowers on the jail wall with a sharpie someone smuggled in for him

the cop's snitch: namjoon

let's face it, joon's the biggest snitch to ever exist, so ofc it is him; used to work at a gas station (lmao); is very good at snitching, a bit too good, so good that he ends up blurting out that he's a snitch to the other guys in the jail; but they don't mind tho bc he has a cute smile :D

the one trying to escape: jungkook

jailed for boxing in public transport and dismantling a whole bus station pole(?? how??), is always tryna excape bc how dare someone cage him in?? RAGE; has tried to break out atleast 11 times, was successful 7 times, gets caught again each time bc he is always found snacking at some department store somewhere near the police station; is everyone's baby

the one who keeps committing petty crimes just to get in jail bc he had made friends in there: taehyung

friends as in jimin actually; once got jailed for finessing a museum curator into handing him all the van gogh paintings; ended up befriending all the jailmates, cops, janitors, detectives, the lunch lady in the cafeteria, all the jail mates' relatives; pulls shit like keying the cops cars, punching a teen, blasting music at 3am, etc just to get jailed again but the cops keep letting him leave bc they're tired of his shit

the one who has made the jail his home: jimin

let's be honest here, he got jailed bc he did smth like start a bar fight out of boredom; has no intention of leaving bc he's safer in jail than outside bc of all the ppl has conned out there lmfao; has all the comfy living arrangements in the lockup, even managed to somehow smuggle in an air purifier(??) don't ask how i don't know either

[stargaze-sunflower]

There's a lack of Goldie and Louie cintent in the world, and if u still taking promps: What about Louie leaving to live with Goldie after a fight with his family or smt like that

It was only fitting that it would be raining when Louie ran away from home. Because why would things be easy? Why should he get to be dry as he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Duckburg? Why should he get to be anything other than completely miserable?

He laughed sharply to himself, his shaking hands shoved deeply into the pocket of his hoodie, soaked-through and cold. He had his hood pulled over his head, but it had been a while since it’d been of any use. He supposed the same could be said about himself.

Louie hunched in on himself when a car went speeding by, going faster than was strictly needed, in this weather. Water traveled through the air in an arc, kicked up by the tires that had come and gone with not a thought to his predicament, and Louie couldn’t help his flinch as the cold and dirty rainwater splashed against his right side. Irritation sparked somewhere in the mess of guilt and dejection tangled in his chest. He was already wet and tired and alone, and that had just added insult to injury.

There was no one else on the sidewalk with him, and besides the car that had just made his terrible day even worse, there was no one in the street, either. He was by himself, with the memories of the day’s events playing on a loop in his head, from his failure of a scheme, to his disappointed family members, to crawling out the window and sneaking away, hoping that no one would bother to wonder where he was. The problem that he had now, however, was that he didn’t really know where he was going. He was standing still in a puddle on the side of the road, soaked to the bone, and he had nowhere to go. Everyone he knew would turn him in to his family in two seconds flat if he turned up at their door looking like he did, and he wasn’t ready to go back yet.

Well, actually, there was someone who might hold off on snitching. There was someone who understood him, maybe better than any other adult in his life. And he just so happened to know that she was in town.

A new plan forming in his sluggish mind, he looked up from the ground to try and make sense of his surroundings, squinting as if that would help him see in the dark and rain. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he was sharp enough to gather that he was near the edge of the city. (Too sharp, a part of him whispered. Too likely to hurt.)

Goldie was less than two blocks away. He wondered if he’d been heading that way subconsciously, but didn’t really have the energy to think too much about it. He just sighed and kept walking, hoping that she hadn’t left yet, and that she wouldn’t mind a fellow outcast hanging around for a while.

It was raining even harder by the time Louie made it to the apartment complex Goldie was supposedly staying in, and he pulled his hood further over his face until he made it under the cover of the overhang, forcing his tired legs to carry him up the stairs to what he hoped was the correct door.

He just stood there for a minute in silence, breathing hard and dripping water all over the place, trying to gather the courage to knock. He wasn’t ready to have to explain himself. He wasn’t ready to admit that it had all been his fault. He wasn’t ready to fall apart. (He never was.)

Mostly stalling for time, he slowly pulled the hood off his head, wincing as it smacked heavily against his back. He hadn’t felt this physically uncomfortable in a long time, not since the winter when he was eight where they didn’t have the money for heating. He’d been cold then, just as he was now, but he hadn’t been lonely. He missed it.

The door in front of him swung open suddenly, and he jumped about a mile in the air, his heart leaping into his throat and choking the startled cry that had started to grow there. He wouldn’t have to knock after all.

“Wha— Sharpie?”

Louie looked up at Goldie with wide, tired eyes, and she stared back at him in shock, one hand gripping the doorknob and the other hovering near her pocket, where she no doubt had some sort of weapon. Her eyes quickly checked him over, taking in how absolutely awful he looked, and then they darted up to scan their surroundings, perhaps thinking that someone was chasing him. Louie just let her look, not quite ready to tell her that no one was coming.

“Hi,” said Louie, wincing at how small and unsure his voice sounded. Her gaze snapped back down to his, her beak twisted into a faint frown. He cleared his throat, looking at everything but her, noting the paint peeling off the wall near the window. “Can— Can I stay here? Please.”

There was silence for a moment, and he risked a peek up at her, beginning to shiver. A knot of trepidation twisted itself into his stomach as the silence dragged on, leaving him to stand there with the pouring rain at his back and hope that she didn’t think this was a con.

“I can’t go home,” he said eventually, pushing his hands back into his hoodie pocket and trying to keep his words steady. “And I can’t go to anyone who will make me.”

There was only a soft sigh in response, and the creaking of the heavy door moving on old hinges. When he looked up, there was a sad sort of almost-smile on Goldie’s face, and she stepped aside to make room for him to walk into the apartment.

“Get in here,” Goldie said, simultaneously stern and gentle. “And don’t drip water on my carpet.”

Despite himself, Louie smiled a bit, relief blooming fast and strong in his chest. He trudged through the door, trying to calm himself with a few deep breaths as Goldie closed it behind him. He stood still on the welcome mat right inside, looking down at his wet clothes and damp feathers. He opened his mouth to ask Goldie for either new clothes or a miracle, but as soon as he lifted his head, something smacked him in the face and fell limply into his arms. A towel.

“Bathroom is down that hall to the left,” Goldie said, leaning against the wall a few feet away and giving him an unreadable look. “You might wanna clean up.”

He stared at her. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Goldie said, not budging, and then she huffed. “And I’ll wash the hoodie, if you think you can stand to part with it for a while.”

With nothing left to do, Louie gave Goldie his hoodie and went down the hall to take a shower. When he got out, there was a plain green t-shirt waiting for him outside the door, and he put it on, thankful for it even though it was too big. Ottoman empire was playing quietly on the TV when he made his way back into the living room, and there was a glass of water waiting for him on the table.

He sat on the couch and wrapped himself up in a blanket while Goldie worked on something-or-other at the kitchen table across the room, and they talked about random, unimportant things for the rest of the night. He fell asleep sitting up, but he awoke in a reclined position with a pillow beneath his head, and he knew that everything would be okay.

[drowsy-writer]

Snadgers and Casts — regulus black x reader 

Summary: After a mishap during Quidditch practice, Regulus is sent to the hospital wing. Good thing Reader's there to cheer him up.

Warning: nothing except for tooth rotting fluff

Notes: reader is a Hufflepuff and goes by she/her pronouns. Also for those who haven’t seen gravity falls, there’s a picture of a snadger at the end :) thanks for reading!

Everyone knows how violent Quidditch can get. Some people fell and broke a few bones, others got their jaws shattered by a Bludger, and an unlucky few met their untimely ends whilst chasing the Snitch; all in all, Quidditch was not a sport for the faint hearted. And Regulus Black was far from faint hearted. But invincible? He was not.

Laying in one of the beds within the Hospital Wing, Regulus fiddled with the bandages littering his fingers as he waited for Madam Pomfrey to come back from her daily rounds. Quidditch practice that day had gone on like usual until one of the newer players, whose name Regulus ought to know but forgot, miscalculated a hit on a Bludger and sent it barreling towards Regulus. The hit itself wasn’t too painful but the impact was powerful enough to knock Regulus off his broom and hit the ground with a gut-wrenching crunch.

Now, sitting with an obnoxiously large cast on his right leg and bandages lining both his fingers and face, Regulus sat in his bed with a deep frown.

“Any higher,” Madam Pomfrey had said whilst putting on the cast,” and you’d have much more to worry about than a broken bone.”

Regulus huffed as he tried to move his foot around, only succeeding in wiggling the toes that were peeking out from underneath the cast. He supposed it could’ve been worse, like diving head first into the stands or slamming into a wall, and had half heartedly agreed to Madam Pomfrey to ‘take it easy’ the next couple of days. Regulus chuckled to himself. As if he was one to take anything easy.

“You look like shit,” a voice said. Regulus looked up and despite his best efforts to maintain his signature scowl, the corners of his lips jutted upwards as his friend since 2nd year walked towards him,“must’ve been quite the fall, eh? How’d it feel?”

“What kind of question is that?” Regulus furrowed his brows in amusement as he saw [Y/N] drop her bag into the chair next to her and plop herself down on the edge of the bed,” you know you can use the chair to sit, right? It’s not a coat hanger.”

“Oh, I know,” the Hufflepuff smiled as she leaned back and ran a hand over the cast,” just that I want’ta get a closer look, is all. Heard McLaughlin was the one that made ya fall. Cute kid but an utter clutz I hear.”

“Has terrible aim, too.”

“You’re telling me,” [Y/N] giggled. She looked back at Regulus and the smile that danced on her lips grew wider. Regulus straightened his back and subconsciously swallowed an invisible gulp of air.

“[L/N]?,” Regulus’s voice wavered,” what are you planning?”

“Nothing. Why’d you ask? Something on my face?” [Y/N] smiled again and, jumping up from the edge of the bed, rummaged through her bag until she pulled out a thick, black sharpie. Regulus’s eyes shot up and his back, despite the frigid air of the hospital wing, began to sweat.

“Don’t you write anything stupid on me, [Y/N].”

“I’m not writing on you, Reg. I’m writing on your cast.���

“It’s still on me, though.”

“Potato, tomato. There’s a difference.”

‘That’s not how it—,” Regulus sighed as he slumped further into the mattress, watching as [Y/N] shuffled over to his foot with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes,”—just don’t write anything stupid, please.”

“You already said that,” [Y/N] said as she began to doodle. The sound of marker on fiberglass stung Regulus’s ears and he recoiled slightly, jerking his leg away from [Y/N],” hey! Stop moving! You’re gonna mess it up.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” Regulus mumbled. As the room fell silent, Regulus watched as [Y/N] continued to draw on his leg. A soft smile played on his features as he watched [Y/N]’s face contort in concentration, tongue stuck out in deep thought. He felt a familiar warmth blossom in his chest and slowly creep up to his cheeks. As his face reddened, Regulus quickly looked away and found that the small scratches on the bedside table were far more interesting than whatever his friend was doing.

Sparing a glance towards [Y/N], Regulus saw her smile once again and stand up triumphantly.

“Take a looksie, Reg.”

Shifting his foot around so he can see, Regulus couldn’t help but hold back a quiet laugh.

“Is that supposed to be a snake? What’s wrong with its head?”

“No. It’s a Snadger,” [Y/N] pointed at the crude drawing and circled her finger around what appeared to be a head of a badger placed on the body of a snake,” y’know? Like a snake and a badger?”

“Sure. But why’s it look angry?”

“It’s not angry! It’s smiling. Can’t you see the teeth?” Regulus’s smile grew wider as he watched [Y/N]’s cheeks turn red in frustration. Combing a hand through his ebony locks, Regulus looked back down at the drawing and laughed once again. [Y/N]’s face turned a shade darker as the Slytherin continued to laugh,” what’s so funny? At least I can draw.”

“No, it’s just that—,” Regulus took a deep breath to compose himself before looking back at [Y/N], watching as she nervously shifted her weight from one side to the other,”—thank you, [Y/N]. I needed a laugh.”

“Course you do. You’re always so uptight about everything,” [Y/N] said. She threw the marker on to the chair and plopped herself down on the bed next to Regulus, ”bet if I shoved a coal up your ass, there’d be a diamond in a week.”

“Very funny, [Y/N],” Regulus sighed as he glanced down at his bandaged fingers and picked at one of the loose Band-Aids. A [S/C] hand stopped Regulus from picking it any further and caused his gaze to flutter upwards. With a lopsided grin, [Y/N] laughed as she intertwined her fingers with Regulus’s. He raised a brow,” what are you planning now?”

“Nothing,” [Y/N] leaned closer to Regulus and the Slytherin swore he felt his heart stop for a second. Eyes drifting from [Y/N]’s gaze to her mouth, Regulus felt his own mouth get dry as the Hufflepuff whispered in his ear,” just can’t wait till you read what’s on the other side.”

“What?” Regulus’s face paled.

[Y/N] let go of Regulus’s hand as she jumped off the bed and threw her bag over her shoulder. 

“See you tomorrow in class, Reggie,” [Y/N] smiled as she spun around and began to walk towards the Hospital Wing’s doors. Regulus quickly sat up and leaned over, a mix of panic and confusion drenching his features.

“What did you do, [Y/N]?! What did you write? I told you if you wrote anything stupid—!”

“Oh, calm down, Black!” [Y/N] called from the door,” it’s nothing too ludicrous! Well I mean—all that matters is that it’s funny! Don’t worry about it! Everyone’ll get a kick out of it!”

“Merlin, what did she—?” Regulus tried and failed to raise his leg,” [Y/N]? [Y/N]! Hey! Get back here! Tell me what you wrote! [Y/N]!”

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here’s a Snadger :) and yes, reader wrote the snadger and drew hearts around it as well

[just-another-caregiver]

hey dada! im uh - not all that small right now actually, addressing you as dada in our asks is just a force of habit, heh

i...dunno why im sending this, since im not small. bored and wanted to ramble i guess lol. i drew my father's lightsaber on my leg in sharpie! im getting judging looks from Omen but it's fine when do we ever wear anything that doesn't cover our whole legs

(school. which we have tomorrow. we wear a skirt, anima please- /lh -omen)

oh. right. uh. uhhhhhhhhh. haha whoops. this is fine!

(by "not that small" she's about 10 right now. by the way. -omen)

don't snitch on meeeee- /lh

anyway uh. hope you're having a nice weekend! congrats again on the engagement - and wedding if that's happened now!

-🐾✨

ps: sorry its so long heh

hey sweetie!! im sure the lightsaber will be fine, i used to draw up my legs all the time and i always wore skirts, people probably won't care that much. 10 sounds fun, im small today and somewhere around 1 ish

the wedding happened ♡♡♡

it was really really nice, we had a little garden party and now we're fronting together so i can colour

[and i got to wear my pretty dress]